November 4, 2009
To give you a sense of how gone I am on this Donegal project, I packed up the entire knitting command center–the charts, the swatches, the backup skeins of yarn, the Alice Starmore Celtic Collection book because I’d failed to photocopy the page I needed, the whole megillah–and took it to the skatepark for a three-hour stint while Clif wallowed in his subculture and I in mine.
O what a scene it was, with all this mess arrayed around me, sitting there slurping my Christian skatepark coffee (it was so delicious that it would make ANYbody believe). I fished out my supersharp new FISKARS to whack the first steek on this sweater.
It took about half a minute, and the great maw of the sleeve hole opened up like something from the book of Revelation.
In this pattern, Alice says to run a line of backstitch through the centers of the first and last stitch of the steek. I hadn’t done this before, but I wasn’t one to question her on this or much of anything, so before coming to the skatepark, I had added this extra bit of stitch insurance:
You can sort of see how those stitches look a little different, what with the stitchery added in there.
Once I whacked the steek, the backstitching was clear on the back:
Isn’t this FASCINATING? It was only after taking these photos that I realized that I was sitting in a skatepark coffee bar, taking pictures of my knitting. The guy behind the counter was studiously watching a DVD on his computer or otherwise avoiding eye contact with me. His movie, something with a swelling soundtrack and probably involving Matt Damon, really added to the drama of it all.
At this point, a bunch of skaters came in to turn on the Titans game, and I resolved to stop taking pictures of my knitting in case Clif came in and had to explain what his mother was doing.
I’m working the sleeve with a 12-inch size 3 needle, which isn’t exactly the easiest needle in the world. It’s like you’re knitting for a Barbie, all cramped up and constantly swapping out yarns. I despise double-pointed needles, especially when doing colorwork, so I’m resolute if grumpy.
And yes, I did consider making this thing into a skirt. It would save so much futzing. It would be so cute.
The amount of spit-felting would make your head spin–but the result will be a sleeve with no ends to weave in.
End of day: steek done, Titans won, and Clif avoided me for three straight hours.
PS Singing Revolution update: I know you’re all wondering! It is going to take longer for this DVD to make its journey than it took to achieve Estonian freedom. Let’s just say that after six weeks, it’s made seven stops. There are 103 folks on the list. You do the math.
I’ll be tracking its progress on this Google Map. Fun! Who doesn’t love a Google map!
For those of you on this long-running Freedom Train, it’s helpful to hear from you when you get the DVD.
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PSS By the way, speaking of awkward needles, at Rhinebeck I saw an 8″, size 0 needle. Like this. What in the world would you make with something like that? Misery!