Oh, hi! Hello! How are ya?
Lots going on here, it being fall and all. Schools seem to think the way to impress the parent body is to make the parents' bodies show up at as many events as possible, have you noticed that? I don't remember Most Moisturized Mom having all these teachers to meet, syllabi to scrutinize, and projects to admire, but I suppose she did. (Thanks, MMM! But be glad none of your children played sax or trombone, just saying! My hacking away on the cello in the basement for 6 years was so....restful, wasn't it?)
In the knitting department, it's all shawls here.
After 18 months in detention, this grey shawl, a hybrid of 2 patterns from Cheryl Oberle's classic, Folk Shawls
(still in print! way to go!) is finally getting a border.
Through no fault of its own, this shawl has suffered from really bad mojo. Let's just say it was one of two projects I was working on in March and April last year. When I found them wadded up in a bag in the closet, they were still radiating doom. No way was I working on them.
But there's only so long a knitter can hold a grudge against 10 skeins of perfectly good Rowan Summer Tweed, ya know? I mean, what did they ever do to anybody? I told my tale to a wise woman
, who gave me permission to burn and/or bury these remnants of woe, and never look back. After that release, I realized that they were just knitting, and that in the case of the grey shawl, the real trouble was that I kept looking for the right shade of green for the border and not finding it. Then I found it. (Shade 552, Bamboo.) Now I'm knitting it. 400-stitch rows of garter, perfect for Fall Ball.
(Fall Ball = Little League, but without the nice weather.) I knit on it early Sunday mornings, exposed to the elements and the shouts of competitive boys and the dauntless dads who coach them so seriously, and pat their heads so brusquely, until my hands get cold. Git r done! Go Bears!
It's Not Blurry In Person, Honest
In other news, I finished my Pogona
. Despite the extra repeat I added, it looks a bit puny on me, which is just as well, because cerise is not my color. This one goes into the gift stash.
It was even blurry while blocking. (I did use wires, Ann. Fear not.) This is the shawl folded in half at the center, which shows how it's constructed. You knit a series of miters, sort of: sections that increase symmetrically, forming angular pleats that hang from a garter stitch edge. It's a lot of weight, in this yarn (Hand Maiden Sea Silk), hanging from that narrow neck edge, but the wrap has a wonderfully fluid drape and there are a lot of ways to wear it.
The kid is not a vampire; it's the lighting, I tell you!
This is the way we wear our shawls, in the Jaunty Family. Like Laura Ingalls, who couldn't be bothered keeping her sunbonnet on, we don't give a dang, and we are the cuter for it.
Perhaps it's a shade too Jane Austen to wear it like this, but it shows the coolness of the alternating reverse stockinette and stockinette sections.
OK, carry on. What are you knitting?