I’ve been knitting along as usual, happy as Larry. (As the Brits say; here in America, people named Larry are not a symbol of happiness.)
Suddenly, however, I find myself at the same crossroads with two major projects: that awkward stage. Both projects are beyond the cute, golden time of life. Their freshly cast-on days are over. They are ungainly in size: no longer fitting comfortably in my Field Bag, yet unable to get around on their own.
Not long ago, when I looked at them, they beamed back at me; I was the queen of their universe. Now, when I speak to them, they ignore me.
Awkward Project 1
Here’s my Citron Grand, all granded up. I’m on the 7th of 10 repeats.
Just this afternoon, I said to Citron Grand: “You know, it says right here in the pattern that all repeats after the fifth are optional. At this point, other mothers—I mean, knitters—just let their Citrons Grand go make their way in the world, but here you are, lying on the sofa watching The Office, while I wait on you hand and foot. It’s time for you to get your border on, Mister, and get a job.”
I really mean it this time! Almost 2 skeins in, Citron Grand is generously sized, and I’m beginning to despair of ruching rows that are over 600 stitches. I think the solution here is just to put the border on, do a little block ‘n’ fluff, and send Citron G out to meet his destiny as a friend’s 60th birthday gift. Done and dusted.
That will leave me with two skeins of lovely, lovely Sylph cashmere-linen yarn, in the navy-ish shade called Zephyr. We’ll start a new life together, me and the Zephyr Slyph.
Awkward Project 2
Granito did not have the easiest start in life. I messed up the right shoulder, put it aside for awhile and forgot what size I was making. Granito was neglected. But then we got back on track. We made up for lost time, and really bonded. We sailed down to the armhole (which I made extra-long), through the joining-up and knitting in the round.
But now Granito wants its pockets placed. I’m not as young as I used to be. Pocket-placing seems like a thing a sweater should not need at this age. And after that, it will probably need sleeves. Where will it end? Granito, you’re killing me.
I just want both of these projects done at this point. Especially Granito, since I plan to wear the heck out of it now that it’s finally autumn.
My plan is to set myself some unreasonable and arbitrary deadlines. That always works, right?
- By this Sunday night (November 12), Citron Grand will be completely finished. I will give it to my friend at dinner that night, with its ends woven in and everything. I think it’s doable, despite the long rows. I’m going to watch a lot of TV to make sure this happens.
- By the next Sunday night (November 19): Granito will be blocking. I know that means pockets plus two sleeves in one week. Remember: I like to knit. And I’m a Gardiner. I like a stupid physical challenge. (“Let’s wash all the windows! Today! On ladders!”)
I can’t believe I’m making myself so publicly accountable! But how fun will it be to wear Granito on Thanksgiving?
All the awkwardness will be forgiven and forgotten, and then I’ll cast on something new. There’s a new Field Guide coming, isn’t there?