I’m not saying that I engineered a fambly trip in order to generate long stretches of time available for knitting. I’m just saying: a connecting flight to Norfolk via Baltimore gives a person just enough time to finish a rilly long scarf.
[People for the Ethical Treatment of Handknits should avoid the following photograph, which contains images of curled knitting under extreme duress.]
I know, I know. I liked this scarf in its curly stage. But if I’m going to crank out 540 square inches of Koigu, I’m not really wanting 270 of those inches to be hiding inside a tube of stockinette.
(For the record, one Southwest flight attendant, Gary, loved its tubiness, and one 12-year-old youth hockey player–we’ll call him Rocko–said it was “cool.”)
Details: The pattern is the Diagonal Lace Rib from Ann Budd’s Knitter’s Book of Handy Patterns, page 44. I made mine 56 stitches wide, using size 3 needles. Blocking added six inches to this 55″ scarf, which was a good thing because it’s not possible to achieve the true French slipknotty doubled-over scarf deal with anything much shorter.
It took three skeins of Koigu to make an 8″ x 55″ scarf. I think you could go narrower, ditch the blocking, and end up with a curled scarf that would be rilly cool.
Ah, the Koigu.
So glad to be giving this to Frannie. Happy birthday, a little on the late side.
Moment of Chaos, Please
I was sad when I heard that Hunter S. Thompson had ended his own life on Sunday. A long time ago, in my days as editorial lackey, I had the rare experience of sitting in a storeroom at Simon & Schuster, watching a fax machine spit out Dr. Thompson’s manuscript for Generation of Swine. This was back when fax machines hadn’t learned how to cut the rolls of paper into individual sheets. Or maybe it was just that Dr. Thompson’s writing made the fax machine go nuts. All his rantings spilled out of the machine in one long stream, curling up on the floor in a puddle of energetic outrage.
I admired his go-to-hell attitude even as I worried about his love of firearms.