It has been great to see in you in New York—a welcome respite from my yarn vigil at the front door back home. I felt like a fisherman’s wife, keeping an eye on the horizon for my Plötulopi yarn to arrive from Iceland.
To fill the lopiless hours during my travels, I’ve been deep in a cowl-to-skirt conversion project. We’ll call it a scowl because I don’t know if this is actually going to pan out.
To recap: this all began as a cowl that didn’t behave the way I hoped it would. I pivoted to making the cowl much simpler than the original pattern, with the result being a blankety swath of merino moss stitch.
OK. Fine. A lot of cowl.
A lot for a neck to take on.
In a late-night delirium, I thought it looked like a moss-stitch pencil skirt.
This thought didn’t go away.
I realize you are deeply skeptical of this project, but you are someone who will knit fifty Honey Cowls in a row, so I can understand how you might not be interested in a project that morphs from cowl into not-cowl. Change is hard! Please just go back to gloating about the fact that you got your lopi yarn and I didn’t.
Contrasting border! Must make! This incredible shade won the Facebook insta-poll choosing between fuchsia (shade Mondawmin) and taxicab yellow. Thank you for your votes, America. This is the sort of caucus I can get behind.
I finished the border.
I adore this yarn. It has such a twinelike twist to it, yet it’s got a nice bounce. Really great.
Now, it’s time to figure out the waistband. If I’d begun this project as a skirt, I would have built in shaping from the waist to the hem. I would have cooked up a tidy tube at the waist into which I would have threaded elastic tape. It would have been so pfaffing beautiful.
Unfortunately, I’ve got a cylinder that’s 40” around at the waist.
My waist is around 30”. I’m not sure I want ten inches of bunched-up moss stitch around a zone as threatened as my waistline. The phrase “moss stitch dirndl skirt” comes to mind. Yikes! On the other hand, don’t we all want a nice and snuggly midsection covering for these cold winter days? It’s like a cowl for your waist. A wowl.
The right thing to do would be to perform sewing machine surgery on this cylinder and take out the extra fabric.
I don’t have a sewing machine, number one, and number two, it just feels like cheating. Surely there’s a knitterly solution to be found using the ancient ways of olde.
What do you think? I could use a little advice—except from you, Kay, who has already weighed in (pointedly) (clearly) (loudly) that it makes a fine cowl and move on, hon.