One of my favorite knitters in the whole wide world is Mary Sue Taylor (Ravelry link). I mean: she is a dynamo. She has that full-steam-ahead approach to knitting that I totally admire. She doesn’t mind projects that you measure by the square foot. Portability is not an issue for her: I have seen her cheerfully toting around a Jojoland bedspread as her car knitting. She did some great test knitting for our book–the Kiki Mariko rug on the opening spread is her handiwork, and she cranked the Belinda shawl in chocolate and light blue. A beautiful, beautiful knitter. And even more beautiful a person.
I met Mary Sue at church, where she is mightily involved in many projects. Her most recent Episcopal-related Finished Object really took me by surprise when I walked into the service for Ash Wednesday. (Heartily recommended, Ash Wednesday–I cannot be reminded too often that I am dust and to dust I shall return. Sometimes I start to think, “I may not be dust.” This is not a good line of thinking.)
Mary Sue had indicated to me that she and her crafty husband Mark were working like nutcases on this project, and when I saw it, I understood why:
It’s a knitted, felted, hemmed Lenten frontal. (A frontal is pretty much an elaborate tablecloth for an altar. You swap ’em out by season, sort of the way your grandmother puts out the Christmas finger towels in December.)
On the front, it’s Kiki Mariko. On the back, it’s stripes.
The church sanctuary is gothic and dark–not gloomy, but it does tend to devour colors. The photo up at the very top is a bit brighter than the actual piece, but not much. I was amazed at how well Mary Sue figured out which shades of Cascade 220 would read properly in such dim surroundings.
Now. Mary Sue is working hard to raise money for the Michael J. Fox Foundation, an organization raising funds for Parkinson’s research. If you have a minute, please visit her over at Team Fox and make a contribution if you can. You guys have to meet Mary Sue. She’s the real deal.
Meanwhile. It feels like the end of an era, or the end of life as I knew it. I finished the sleeves for the Rowan Pearl sweater. I’m feeling like I pretty much don’t need to do any more slanting ribbed sleeves for a good long while. Like: ever.
While they’re drying in the Blocking Chamber aka under my bed, I have moved on to the assembly portion of this program.
The collar has the potential to go all baroque Elvis on me–it’s 8cm high, with a reverse stockinette lining. I may end up bedazzling a rhinestone eagle on the back of this thing before I’m done. Such a relief and pleasure to be doing something other than slowly increasing slanting ribs.
(For those following the pin-sabotaging cat saga: the cat is happy to sit on the bedsheet covering the blocking board. He just likes the whole idea of blocking. Just likes to be in the mix.)