August 2, 2006
Luv yer cushion. Just love it! I also admire the way you totally lost your mind and doubled Cotton Classic to get the cushion of your dreams. And may I add that I am coveting that silvery sage background color because I have run out of it, Downtown Yarns has run out of it, and I am 1.5 sides away from finishing the Unrealistically Wide Border on my latest Mitered Square Blanket. So could you lob any leftovers this way?
Just one complaint here. Please stop showing pictures of your shady porch, until further notice. It is 108 degrees here. We hate you for your shade. We would kill for some shade, some cream-colored rocking chairs, and a cool green cotton cushion. Ixnay on the orch-pay, okay? Yer killin’ us up here.
I’ve been entertaining Most Moisturized Mom and Portly Dad at the weekend digs. One of the charms of the weekend digs is the lack of mod cons such as air conditioning. I always tell people, in a morally superior way, ‘You only need the AC one or two days a year, so why go chopping all those holes in the floor and messing up the environment?’ Well, today is one of those one or two days when I know why. You chop all those holes and mess up the environment so that your mom and dad don’t go all wilty on you.
This August I am all about straightening up and flying right. With Mom and Dad around (wilty or not) to entertain the kids, I am cleaning out closets and effing every O in sight. Oh yeah, including the woollens.
Closet cleaning has its rewards–talk about moral superiority! what is more morally superior than a clean closet?– even in 100 plus temps. Look what I found buried in my own closet:
Some lurvly Scandinavian baby cotton (pink), some murkily-painted Katia cotton tape, and a WHOLE BAG of Rowan Denim. Black denim! Texas Tea! I had completely forgotten about it! I have no idea how or when I acquired it.
When last we left the Top-Down Boatneck Raglan, Carrie was modelling it every morning before heading off to camp. When the body got to mid-waist, I realized that despite Carrie’s lack of shaping, the sweater could use some shaping, so I stoically ripped it back to the armholes (bearing in mind what Elizabeth Zimmermann said about the proper attitude toward ripping and reknitting: ‘yay! more of my favorite hobby!) I reknit it with some waist shaping so it wouldn’t swamp her, kept going until I was flirting with not having enough yarn for a border, knit a garter border to match the neckband, bound off, sewed two 3-inch seams in the sleeves, washed it and dried it in the dryer, and dragged the kid out into the yard for a photo shoot.
I got the front…
…and a smile…
…and then Carrie was done modelling.
You can see in the photos how the Euroflax linen softens up and drape-ifies with the wash & dry treatment. (It also loses a little color.) For Carrie, the key feature is that the boatneck shows the straps of her camisole. The camisole, in case you didn’t know, is the height of sophistication. If you are 9 and a half, you don’t want to be wearing a camisole without showing the straps, because then nobody would know you were wearing a camisole.
I should also brag that I made this top with only 2 skeins of Euroflax Sportweight. Mind you, I was fully prepared to shorten the sleeves if I needed a little more yarn for the body, and I did end up unravelling my swatches to finish, but the beauty of the top-down method is that it is so easy to gauge where you are, yardage-wise, and adjust the pattern to make the yarn be enough yarn. Carrie is a girls size 10, and this is a generous fit (with room for a camisole AND a tee underneath).
I did take a teeny break mid-closet, and swatched the Katia tape:
I’ve got 4 balls, 50 yards each, and I’m trying to figure out who I know who is small enough for a wee top-down something-or-other with 200 yards of yarn in it.