I finished my Medano Beach Bag several weeks ago and immediately started using the thing.
It was such a relief to have something light, and stripey, and FINISHED in a summer where the knitting was tragically rare. I dispensed with my idea to line the bag, in the interest of getting ON with it, and this bag became my constant companion on my rounds to lectures about my Myers-Briggs profile, pie-crust seminars with Martha Hall Foose*, and Day 15 of tomato pie at the dining hall.
Love this bag! The Hemp for Knitting (As Opposed to Hemp For Earnest-looking Shoes) is a great, sturdy yarn. But the bag began to stretch under the mighty weight of its burthens, and I realized I really did want to line the bag after all.
A tea towel seemed like the perfect lining, considering that I have a bunch of them. In particular, Kay, you may recall the parcel you sent me a while back, when you were cornering the market on Vera.
Included in that shipment was a rare find, a Vera jelly jar calendar towel from 1963, the year of my birth.
I treasure this thing! So much so, in fact, that I was talked out of using it for this bag, this mere bag, when it deserved a place of honor in the kitchen.
I turned instead to the tea towel that Belinda gave me. Sturdy, gray, LONDON.
The magic closet coughed up some thread and a needle, and I stitched it all together while watching Bright Star for the third time. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MOVIE? All-time greatest movie featuring handsewing and Keats. I am STILL SIGHING.
My backstitching looks like it had a little too much white wine.
The net of all this is that the lining absolutely keeps small-gauge knitting needles from poking through. And the sag rate has been cut in half. (You can see from the length of the tails how much stretch we’re talking about.)
Best of all, I have a little thought about Belinda, every day.
*Martha’s book may not be Porch Party Recipes. (No rings for a binding, for one thing.)
But it was greeted with complete approval by the cooks of the Assembly, who are nothing if not discerning when sussing out Southern cook fakers. The cover replicates the hands-cupping-yarn meme that we see so often in knitting books, but here with a tomato. (Yes, it’s a Clarkson Potter book.)
PS Before I forget, someone asked about what paste wax I used on my desk. It’s Kiwi Bois, in a dark oak shade, that apparently no longer is made. (My can is at least nine years old!) Paste wax is apparently one of those forever topics amongst woodworkers. This forum sounds a lot like the Techniques board on Ravelry. Carnuba versus beeswax! Harsh!