August 25, 2007
I really need some advice. It’s like I’m paralyzed with indecision. No, it’s not like I’m paralyzed; I AM paralyzed. I can barely move my fingers to type this. I Do Not Know What To Do.
The good, great news is that I have crossed Finish Line 1 (knitting the squares of this blanket), Finish Line 2 (sewing the squares together), and FInish Line 3 (sewing in all the ends). My euphoria at hitting these marks was such that I ran around the house in a TIZZY, eager to start Finish Line 4 (adding the border).
I dug out a size 6, 32″ circular and all my orange yarns. I have five oranges on hand, which is really sort of sick if you stop to think about why somebody would have five orange tweed yarns at one time–but let’s not dwell on that, OK?
My plan, based on your excellent advice that a stockinette blanket cannot survive without a garter-stitch border, was to crank each side of border using a different orange yarn for each side. I dove in with my Rowan Rowanspun DK, a very weird little yarn if you ask me, what with its felted texture and tendency to break. But such a great orange.
Anyway–here’s the paralyzing part. I’ve worked ten rows of garter stitch, and I do not know when I should stop. Here are some pix to show you what I’ve got going:
My fear is that if I go too long with the orange border, it will overwhelm the blanket. It’s hard to see in these pix, but the orange in the squares is pretty low-dose. If I orange out much beyond the ten rows I’ve done, won’t it look too orangey once I get all four sides done?
On the other hand, if I go another ten rows, maybe having a LOT of orange will frame the blanket in an attractive and pleasing way. You know, make a commitment to orange. Go all out on the orange.
On the third hand (which I frankly wish I had if it would make this border-knitting go any faster), maybe the orange border should be even narrower than it already is. But I’m not sure it would provide much stability to the edge of the blanket if it were narrower than the ten rows I’ve done.
All advice welcomed. I’ll be right here, frozen with my unfinished blanket in my lap.