Coming up for air here to show proof of knitting. I hope you all are getting done whatever it is you are trying to get done. Around here it’s college applications (the road to hell is paved with supplement essays) (if you don’t know what those are, YOU ARE LUCKY), exams (reliving the Civil War with an eighth grader, and I’m not just talking about history), and daily care and feeding of two teenagers. (We made hot wings.) (This recipe got massive thumbs up from the household.)
This top-down, in-the-round, sock-yarn-gauge, simple pullover is the kind of knitting I DREAM ABOUT. Carol Feller’s new pattern in Brooklyn Tweed, Carpino, is making me happy on a daily basis. I did a try-on yesterday that was very promising.
The star here, I have to say, is this Madeline Tosh Sock yarn. I could stare at it all day. Maybe the other day I did. The colorway here is Ink. Isn’t it just the inkiest? None more inky. I am crazy about the imperfection of it. When a pattern is as plain as this one (and I say “plain” as a high compliment), any irregularity in the yarn is going to show up fast.
Here, for example, you can see where the second skein starts:
I was actually sort of thrilled when I discovered this. Maybe I’ve done so much knitting at this point that my standards are all wonky. I seem to be willing to frog back to a mistake in a way I used to avoid, but I’m craving imperfection in other ways. So weird. I think this means that I am not planning to stop knitting anytime soon.
The front is a yarnover lace pattern that feels sort of thick, thanks to all the knit-two-togethers. I love it so much. I keep holding it up to the light. It’s so simple, and so beautiful.
I’m about to wind the third skein, and I’m hopeful that it is weird, too.