I just can’t let well enough alone. In my last post, I set everything up perfectly. I hoped and expected that the voters would be kind, and that I would be knitting up Kiri in absorbent, summer-friendly Euroflax Linen. The people spoke, and they spoke overwhelmingly in favor of the Easy Way Out (although there was a strong and vocal minority pointing out that the Easy Way Out was not very character-building, that I am a wimp or at the very least flirting outrageously with Wimphood, that Kidsilk Haze is Not So Bad, that it can be frozen and ripped out, etc etc.). All systems were go.
But it didn’t work out that way. In the end, for reasons that I cannot disclose on the off-chance that my Edgy Recipient is reading, my heart told me I had to go with the Kidsilk Haze. In Trance, a lovely pale teal. (I do so admire the Color-Name Pickers at Rowan. They have the unerring ability, matched only by the folks at Garnet Hill, to pick color names that give you all the atmosphere in the world but not a single clue as to what COLOR we might be talking about. Apparently, if you find yourself in a trance, the color you will see is a pale, fuzzy teal. Who knew?)
But back to the Kidsilk Haze. Oy! Whatta yarn!
Scene: Saturday, July 9. Our protagonist, Kay, is in the hammock. It is a lovely, cool-for-July, not-humid-for-July afternoon. There is a pleasant breeze, intermittently wafting. Kay is dreamily entranced by one of the early repeats of Kiri. She is figuring out where the center of each little leaf is, depending on whether the leaf is in the ‘opening’ phase or the ‘closing’ phase, which, to her, is the ultimate in intellectual stimulation. She looks down at the small mass of shawl hanging from the needles, gasps, and laughs out loud: a tiny puff of a breeze has set the whole mass of mohair tendrils a-tremble, like a sea anemone. This is entertaining, but impossible to knit.
Lesson learned: Kidsilk Haze requires stillness. It is not a Rugged Outdoor Yarn.
Scene: Sunday morning. 9 a.m. After an hour of pleasant knitting in bed on the Fourth Repeat, the humidity rises one-half of one percent. The Kidsilk Haze solidifies in Kay’s hands. It is a felted mass of mohair. The needles will not budge.
Lesson learned: Kidsilk Haze requires low humidity. It is not a Rugged Indoor Yarn.
Since then, I have been knitting Kiri under precise climate control, my eye on the barometer at all times. Since even a molecule of invisible hangnail can put Kidsilk Haze into Passive Resistance Mode, my manicure has not been this good since my wedding day. With these slight modifications to my normal routine, all has gone well.
Well, except when it hasn’t. Even a simple lace pattern is good for one’s humility, I find. In lace as in life, it is when we are most sure that we are doing a fabulous job, that we are most likely to be completely screwing it up without realizing it.
The pictures show Kiri in the middle of the Seventh Repeat (of 12 ever-growing repeats) of Chart 2. The first ball of Kidsilk Haze is almost finished, so I figure I’m one-third of the way home. (Note: If my recipient were 8 years old like my model, I’d be done. I’m not sayin’, I’m just sayin’.)
See that column of double yarnovers down the center back? You don’t want to make a mistake there. If you make a mistake there, you can’t just knit 2 together on the next right-side row and pretend it didn’t happen, or pick up a non-existent yarnover on the wrong side. It can’t be fixed. You must assume a submissive posture and un-knit back to the mistake, with the Kidsilk Haze kicking and screaming and busting your chops the whole way.
More Exchange News
I have great Exchange Luck. Look at the great handmade goodies I got from my secret Back-Tack buddy:
The pouches are beautifully made and just my style of mod, fun prints. Inside one pouch was a yarn snipper and a handy, tiny calculator (which gets rid of my excuse for not figuring out my row gauge correctly). But what what really touched me was this:
A beautiful collection of crochet flowers, in my favorite cotton yarns including Rowan Denim. 14 of them! They are like candy. I can’t wait for the perfect embellishment project for them.
Meanwhile they make a stunning pin on my jean jacket.
Thank you anonymous, generous, talented Back-Tacker!
*A recipe for Fluffernutter Sandwiches. A New England favorite since 1917!