A status report on the eight-pound ball of finger knitting that David so graciously donated to me (wait, he SOLD it to me, the opportunistic weasel) to me earlier this summer.
The ball is down to around four pounds, and the rug is the product of many knitters’ hands–when we were at the beach, anybody who ever held a knitting needle couldn’t resist adding a row or two. And two little kids got their start on this rug. As you can see, it can now hold a pair of small boys, and I’m thinking of casting off soon and starting Rug, Part II.
As for the aesthetic here, there is a fine line between authentic and just plain ugly. No comment on where I think we’re treading.
One other note: you cannot believe how much yarn is contained in this thing. A 100-gram ball of worsted makes about three rows.
Surely some of those Gee’s Bend quilters had an also-ran pile of quilts; not every piece of oily twill goes well with every old dungaree strip. Surely Kaffe Fassett has that unsuccessful needlepoint somewhere, that sweater that was too much even for HIM.
Fantastically cloudy here this afternoon, and the rain just started coming down.