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Bark Where There Ought to Be Pickle, Or, The Error That Dogs Us

Bark Where There Ought to Be Pickle, Or, The Error That Dogs Us - 1

Dear Kay, Well, I just excavated the reason why I stopped working on this sweater in December 2009. Taking a foto this morning to show Proof of Progress, I noticed this: On Sleeve One, there is Pickle where there should be Bark. I think when I discovered this, back in December 2009, it was the last straw. I wrote: The ever-decreasing tube of inside-out two-handed knitting has become something akin to braiding cat’s hair, to aligning...

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The Gaping Maw, Or, Freaky Steeky

The Gaping Maw, Or, Freaky Steeky - 1

Dear Kay, It’s Steek-cutting Thursday! Come on and enjoy the thrill of chopping a hole in your knitting. It just never gets old to me. This is the left shoulder of the Donegal sweater. This sweater is knit in the round. Whenever there needs to be a hole in the sweater (neck opening, sleeve holes), you work a batch of checkerboard stitches that will not be visible in the finished sweater. Makes it easy to work Fair Isle when you...

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Monday Morning Weigh In: No Pain, No Gain

Monday Morning Weigh In: No Pain, No Gain - 1

Dear Kay, Progress on the Alice Starmore Donegal extravaganza continues. This is absolutely the least efficient means of manufacturing a sleeve that I have encountered. These Rowan Donegal Lambswool yarns continues to amaze and amuse. At night it’s so dim that Bramble and Pickle are indistinguishable. Elderberry and Roseberry might as well be the same color. But in the light of day, it’s pretty dazzling to see. One sleeve to go, a...

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The Remembrance of Knits Past, Or, WHAT WAS I THINKING?

The Remembrance of Knits Past, Or, WHAT WAS I THINKING? - 1

Dear Kay, Moving ON. Powerful urge to plow ahead into the future, into knits unknown, horizons yet to be seen. The shock of the new. More like the shock of the OLD. After the long-haul pleasures of that Thorn shawl (thank you all for your supportive comments, and my apologies for offending Chicago Bears fans), I craved some color that I knew I would love. At the foot of my desk, for many months now, has been a plastic bag filled with a knitting...

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Pale, Pale, PALE!

Dear Kay, I guess at some point I have to come out from behind the turkey carcass. It was so warm back there, so tryptophantastic. I am here to announce that, once again, I have hit the wall on my Alice Starmore Donegal Fair Isle sweater. I’m not worried about this. I don’t doubt that I will be dragging the thing out of its hole again. But at the three-quarter mark on sleeve one, I found that the ever-decreasing tube of inside-out...

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