OK, I have a confession to make. The whole, entire time you were working on that Moderne baby blanket from the book, and you were using Araucania Nature Cotton, I feared that it was doomed. I didn’t want to say anything, because I hoped I was wrong. But I wasn’t. How did I know? Because I am at this moment sitting on the version of that blanket that I attempted myself, and it is barely worthy to be used as a chair seat napkin.
Witness this haggish piece of knitting:
You’re looking at Blue Sky Dyed Organic Cotton, one of the world’s great yarns. Soft, fluffy, cuddlier than a guinea pig. A baby blanket out of this stuff ought to be a piece-of-cake, slam-dunk no-brainer, right?
I bought this beautiful yarn in a flurry of excitement a couple of months ago. It was going to be great: I finally got to make something from the book for actual use by a baby. But hear me, woman. I know this sounds crazy, but once you start making this pattern, the yarn changes color. I knitted for a very long time, enough to finish about half the blanket, and the next morning, I woke up to discover that my beautiful chartreusey green turned mustard yellow. I don’t know why this happened, or how, but it did.
Look, when we were cruising up I-65, your blanket didn’t look THAT bad–maybe like something you’d find at Babies R Us, but in the nice part of Babies R Us. Something happened to that blanket, something unholy.
Charisse’s blanket is beautiful. Charisse’s blanket uses Rowan Calmer, the suggested yarn. See what I mean?
I don’t want to spook anybody, but after seeing two blankets undergo creepy transformations, I have concluded the following:
The Moderne Baby Blanket pattern on page 79 is haunted. That pattern has a bad mojo about it that wrecks anybody’s attempt to make it in any yarn other than the one specified. All I can say to anybody thinking about making it: proceed with caution! Danger! It’s the Amityville Horror of blanket patterns!
PS I am about to pass out at the fact that Stephanie is coming to town today. So excited! There’s so much I need to explain to her. I’ll start with George Jones and go from there. I can’t quite get my head around the fact that the Yarn Harlot is coming to Nashville. It’s going to be quite a night at Threaded Bliss. A full report to follow, of course.