Today we rose at dawn (summer dawn!) to get on the road to Vermont, where young Joseph has a three-week thingy to attend. I will have ample driving help. All I need is knitting: 6-8 hours of sweet, sweet car knitting. The trouble is, my Fort Tryon Wrap is coming up the backstretch; it will soon round the pole and reach the finish line. (Come to think of it, the Fort Tryon Wrap is shaped exactly like a race track, at least before blocking out those corners.) I will likely bind it off on the first leg of the journey, and THEN WHAT?
I was too rushed last night to get my yarns and needles and pattern together for my next project (Anna Maltz’s Sceles top.) Also, Sceles is worked in Kalinka linen, and the thought of winding linen in a car is daunting–all that knotting and slipping. So I turned to one of my most reliable standbys, a never-ending gobstopper of a project:
My Bloomsbury needlepoint.
Does anybody ever finish a needlepoint project? (Serious question.)
I took this Shell Cushion with me on a month of travel last summer. I worked on it steadily the whole time, and then I ran out of some of the colors. (I am working it in basketweave, which takes more yarn than tent stitch, which was specified. Rookie error.) Running out of wool can send a project into timeout for years, but in this case, you came to the rescue, and got me my Anchor Tapestry Wool from the big wall of it at Craft South in Nashville. July must be needlepoint season, because I got the urge to pick the project back up again last weekend. Needlepoint is fun, it doesn’t require counting or keeping track of anything, so it’s totally car-ready.
I feel like I’m cheating on knitting. But that’s ok. At the end of this car ride, I’ll run back into knitting’s arms and hug it around the neck, just like last year.