Not surprisingly, I’ve been going to town on my Fort Tryon Wrap, which has served as a security blanket on many plane trips and car rides in recent days. (“Going to town” on something was my grandma Mabel’s equivalent of your ma’s “cooking with gas.”) It has not gone quickly, what with two rip-backs (one blogged; the other my little secret), but it has not needed to go quickly. It’s summer. Finished wool wraps are not really required at the moment. What is required is simple knitting, and plenty of it.
After asking the blog’s advice on how to arrange my five colors of Jill Draper Makes Stuff’s Esopus yarn, I ended up doing what I always do: when it’s time to pick a color, pick the next obvious color. I really like the way this worked out for the first four colors.
To me this is a great mix, with the mint green adding that Missoni-esque syncopation I craved. Like you, I tend to steer around pastels, but I like a pastel that strolls into a party of sober neutrals and says, “Look at me–I’m so pretty!”
So what’s the problem?
I’m down to my last color, Green Tea. I tried out the Green Tea at every color change, and it never looked quite right. Perhaps I should have started with it–that center strip uses the least yarn. But I didn’t go that route, and even for this compulsive ripper-outer, that ship has sailed. We are sticking with the first four colors. I am thinking about what color would be good on that edge, and I keep coming back to wanting something dark, like an inky navy or midnight blue, or even a charcoal. But I don’t want to fuss. I want to get this thing done, without deliberating about issues that fade away once you’ve got a smashing wrap to wear. I still have a dozen very long (closing in on 1000 stitches) rounds to knit before I face this decision. What would you do? To fuss, or not to fuss?
The Other Road Not Taken
I’m not afraid of long rows or rounds. (I am, after all, one of the people who unleashed the Moderne Log Cabin Blanket on the knitting public.) But before casting on my Fort Tryon Wrap, and again before picking up 554 stitches around all four sides of the long center strip, I briefly considered not knitting Fort Tryon in the round, as the pattern instructs, but working it as a log cabin, in the Courthouse Steps variation. If I picked up and knit a strip along one long edge, then went over to the opposite long edge to knit another strip, and then knit strips on the two short ends, there would be an angled effect at the corners that would be visually similar to mitered corners formed by the pattern’s paired increases. I’d have shorter rows to knit, and less awkward scrunching and bunching of many hundreds of stitches on a long circular needle. (I like purling, but for people who don’t, doing the wrap as a log cabin instead of in the round would also avoid purling.)
(I’m at the point in this project when I’m starting to feel attached to the plastic bag I’ve been dragging around.)
I don’t have any regrets so far. Maybe the only reason I’m still thinking about this is the fact that my two rip-backs were necessitated by messing up those paired increases, which wouldn’t have happened if I’d gone with log cabin. But if Fort Tryon ends up being a favorite garment, as I think it will, I might do a second one, and do it log cabin style to save myself from myself.
New York is taking time to mourn the loss of Bill Cunningham. Nobody didn’t like Bill Cunningham. Last night, in his memory, there were blue lights in Times Square:
There is also a petition to co-name the corner of 57th and Fifth Avenue for him. I signed it. I don’t think anyone who is alive right now in New York will likely forget that it was Bill’s corner, but putting up a sign will lead newcomers and youngsters to ask who he was, and learn about someone wonderful.
(I know about both these things thanks to dear Ina Braun, that dispenser of goodness.)
To everyone who has written me a sweet note, or comment on Monday’s post about my dad, my heart is full of your kindness. Apparently there are a lot of dads like mine. I shed many tears reading your words, which surely was good for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.