Sunday Sunny Sunday
November 7, 2004
Before knitting, my sport was running. Kay was to running what the garter-stitch blanket is to knitting: nothing flashy, and taking a good long while to finish.
Marathon Sunday always makes me wistful. The most recent of my two New York City Marathons was 1994. Ten years ago. I ran with two sturdy friends, who are still sturdy friends. Here we are that morning, pre-race as you can tell by how perky and well-groomed we look.
Only one of these three people does not have a knitting blog today. Coincidence? I think not.
In today’s women’s race, it was a glorious day for Britain. Paula Radcliffe was tough as nails, and she needed to be, for the competition was fierce.
It was also a glorious day for an Afghanalong Sew-up Bee! I can’t wait to read Stephanie’s report on the proceedings in Toronto, how they managed when half the squares failed to arrive, what they ate and drank, and whether Stephanie was hanging wallpaper and/or pouring concrete while her guests stitched. I was sorry not to be able to attend. Even sorrier after I learned that this was going to be a bra-optional event. My kind of gal, the Harlot.
In her honor, I got out the Number 13s and whipped up A Very Harlot Poncho (one of Stephanie’s Free Patterns) in slightly reduced format. It’s a fast, fun knit, and especially exotic if you rarely knit in the round. A chance to use my stitch markers? Stocking stitch without purling? Sign me up!
Here’s Carrie trying it on for size, with the circular cable still in, after two skeins of Noro Kureyon in Shade 52.
I finished it with the better part of a third skein. I purposely made it a bit short, for freedom of movement, and I’m not going to fringe it, for the same reason. (Harlot-watchers will note that I also tweaked the neck a little bit.) Due to my loosey-goosey gauge, I probably could have gone down to Size 11 or 10 1/2 needles without sacrificing drape. The fabric is a bit more open than I think is ideal for warmth. Do you think I could felt it ever so slightly to make the stitches a bit tighter and give it a bit of fuzz? Do you think I would run the risk of creating a poncho for an American Girl doll or even a Barbie, neither of which Ms. Diehard Feminist deigns to own?
I am ready to cast on an even teensier one, in Koigu, for Rosie. I have a feeling that A Very Harlot Poncho may be my new Mitered Square. By which I mean, I just might make 80 of them.