The Shut Up And Rowalong
March 19, 2007
You know that I support you in all that you do. You are my co-blogette. There is nothing stronger than the bond between co-blogettes. When you call out my name, you know wherever I am, I’ll come running, like a bridge over troubled water.
But ooo-wee, T’Shayne! I just do not get the concept of your Slogalong. Me, I got no problems with the endless stockinette. I love to knit. Knit knit knit, that’s me. Never happier than when knitting. Sure, now and then the rows get a little long, and I wish I could turn around in the middle and go back the other way, but then I remember: it’s knitting! It’s all good. It’s the not-knitting parts of life that give me trouble.
A case in point is the Argosy Wrap. With the added boost of 4 airplane flights and a couple of days sitting around a hospital, I turboed through this 9-skein whopper in 7 days. Even for me, that was a lot of knitting. But I have to say that I enjoyed it, even the stockinette, and especially the tasty bits of yarnover-K2tog-k3-SSK-yarnover-k1. It was a just-right knit.
Here it is blocking.
I recognize that my blocking methods are, by some standards, subpar. No grid. No pins. Seat-of-the-pants. But that’s me in a nutshell. I laugh at grids and pins. The poor recipient of this wrap will never know how much pointier those points could be.
And here it is, finished and stretched out as best as I could to display it.
This wrap is more beautiful when it is wrapped around the shoulders. I’ll get the recipient to model it for me. This may take some begging. Please stay tuned while I beg.
Sail on, silver girl.