January 9, 2005
I bet you thought I was kidding when I said my French Market Bag was knitting up to the size of a Hefty bag. No wonder the lady sitting next to me at Weight Watchers was nervous. Two kids fit in this bag. Pre-felting of course. I hope to felt the living daylights out of it. Then it’ll be a one-kid bag, or perhaps just big enough for a preschooler.
For the record, this is 3 skeins of Lamb’s Pride Bulky. Who knew? We’re not talking yardage: we’re talking acreage.
Meanwhile, Lord Kitchener is mocking me:
While swearing like a sailor, I came up with excuses for my ineptitude. The most persuasive one is that the Lamb’s Pride Bulky is so hairy and loosely spun that it practically felts in your hands. It is VERY hard to control the tension of your Kitchener stitch in this yarn, particularly if you are as Kitchener-challenged as I. It was my first try. I want everyone to know that I understand the Kitchener stitch (she whined, defensively); I am just unable to execute it under current conditions. I’m guessing that if I ever do make socks, they’ll be open-toed. Summer socks, you know?
I’ll check back in after I’ve been to the dungeon (where the top-loading washing machines live). Please call upon the Benevolent Spirits of Hot Water and Agitation to make the Bad Kitchener melt away, and to shrink my bag down to a thick n’ cushy thing of beauty.