Because you so bravely showed us the sleeves of your Ol’ Forty-Niner Miner Baby Denim Henley-Necked Pullover–the sleeves that didn’t please you–I thought I’d join the stream of knitting penitents. Here’s the swatch I started in Sasha Kagan’s workshop. (If you have one of those welder’s masks with the little tiny window of dark glass, go ahead and put it on now.)
Blindingly Bad Intarsia!
I know, everybody has to start somewhere. (Michelangelo did the Sistine Closet before he got to the Chapel, right?) But even its mother can’t love this warbly piece of handwork. Oh sure, you’re all “Gee Ann it’s really not all that bad.” I’m all “OK let’s go for a close-up.”
Don’t get any closer or the fumes will knock you out. The giant poppy (aka Three Orange Dogs Chasing Each Other) shows all too well what happens when you a) forget to twist yarns; b) yank too hard while doing the Whoopsydoodle Maneuver; c) fail to Whoopsydoodle; and d) cuss too much while knitting.
There’s a reason they call it tension, people.
Oh, I’ll get over this. Someday. Now that I actually understand Sasha Kagan’s intarsia technique, I may fiddle around with the greens of Grundy County.
Speaking of Hot Tweedy Controversy . . .
The yucky swatch did give me a little quality time with Rowan’s Harris Yarn, a yarn that seems to be under ATTACK. Fellow Harris Yarn freak Ann HB sent me this link to the site of Alice Starmore, everybody’s favorite color genius/knitting litigator. Alice reports on a recent legal action by the Harris Tweed Authority.
Now, I don’t really know much about all this, but as best I can tell, the Harris Tweed Authority is a group in the Outer Hebrides whose mission in life is to preserve the cachet of the phrase “Harris Tweed.” If it ain’t made in a certain way, in a certain place, it ain’t Harris Tweed. The Authority is fiercely protective of the integrity of its beautiful tweeds and the cottage industry that produces them. And who can blame ’em? If they weren’t vigilant, Target would be selling Harris Tweed bathmats in orange and purple rayon chenille.
Now, it appears that the Harris Tweed Authority has decided that Rowan, and the Outer Hebridean mill that produces the Harris yarn that Rowan has just started selling, is diluting the Harris Tweed brand.
I’m all about preserving a trademark, and not diluting a brand. (Kay, if you bring up Mason-Dixon Macrame one more time, I’m outta here.) But seems to me that Rowan has been nothing but respectful of the Harris Tweed tradition–indeed, Rowan’s new yarn is making people aware of the Harris Tweed brand who have never heard of it before.
Maybe Rowan didn’t check with the Authority before it started making its yarn? I dunno. What do you think? Is Rowan ruining the Harris Tweed brand by introducing its Harris Yarn?
I’d love to hear more about this story, if anybody over yonder has any information about it.
My bottom-line fear, of course, is that they’ll stop making this yarn. Must run–I need to corner the market before Ann HB gets there first.