Ran out just before sundown to snap photos of my latest FOs, which are both white. I never knit white. A treat for the eyes.
First up, Clapo-ktus. Which I call Clocktopus because that makes way more sense.
I like Clapo-ktus. I feel kind of dumb, though, because I was quite a long way into it before I realized that, although the pattern is a mashup of Clapotis and Backtus, two great tastes that taste great together, it lacks one of my favorite features of Clapotis, in that it’s not knit on the bias. I like the slinky, snaky character of bias fabrics. This doesn’t have that.
I also over-shot it by a quarter skein of Handmaiden Sea Silk. One skein would have been a luxuriant scarfy wrap, which is how I intend to wear it.
But that is not to detract from Clapo-ktus. I like it a lot and will wear it a lot. Perfect summer accessory for a woman who spends a lot of time in over-conditioned office air and tries not to leave the house without a flowy, loopy divertissement in the region of the neck.
(The model here is niece Kristin who was barely embarrassed by the experience.)
Next up: my two precious skeins of Lot 1 from Clara Parkes’ Great White Bale club. This is mule-spun merino wool. It does not seem like wool. It’s cottony, airy. Marshmallow merino. I couldn’t wait to knit it up.
I chose to make a longer version (180 stitches cast on) of Jane Cochran’s simple cowl, Thirty-eight. I improvised a little because I was using two skeins instead of one, and I felt like it. You can’t go wrong with this style of cowl, in my opinion, as long as you stick to texture patterns and a fairly loose fabric.
I’m not knitting anything on the subway right now. WHAT. I know! What’s wrong? I keep trying, on a linen cowl, and I’m finding that linen and the subway are just not working. The yarn slips off the needles and stitches drop down several rows and it’s just frustrating. These problems have solutions, I know, but subway knitting is not about solving problems, it’s about jamming a wad of knitting back in your tote bag so you can change trains at 34th Street.
OK, 15 minutes are long gone. Loading pictures onto this ol’ blog reminds me of Clara’s spinning mule.