I have alluded to a little boy Magpie jacket I’ve had lurking almost finished for a long time. Well, today is the day I had one of those wake-up-with-a-solution days. I fixed it the way good Southern girls do: with baling wire and some asphalt shingles.
The collar wouldn’t lay flat in the back. This pattern calls for the collar to be knitted separately then sewn on. I sewed it on so that the yucky side of the seam would be hidden under the collar, so that it would look all nice and tidy when the jacket was unbuttoned, as jackets often are. That sure didn’t work: the collar crept up an inch or so in the back, revealing in hideous glory the lumpy bumpy seam. So today I stitched the collar down in the back, about five inches or so, up under the edge a half inch so the edge still looks edgy. This is in violation of all regulations concerning Cheating And Rigging of Knitted Objects.
The collar creeps no more, but I realize now that I shall never pass any Knitting Guild Master Knitter’s program. Cheater cheater pumpkin eater.
Here’s the whole of Pippin. This Magpie really is a dream: stuff knits up quickly, and it’s a really yarny yarn. You look up “yarn” in the dictionary and you see a picture of Magpie.
Anyway, it’s off to nephew Will in Burlington, Vermont, where there’s a foot and half of snow on the ground. How’s your snow?
PS Does anybody out there have the flu? I’m on the receiving end of it from wee David, and this may be the last you hear from me for a year or two. Send Nyquil!
PSS One last thought: in my delirium I have been flipping through Harper’s Bazaar. It’s like looking into the tiny window at Oz. Where is this place? Why so many hipbones? I was amazed to learn that now that forty has hit, I need to go ahead with the collagen injections for my hands, to avoid that bony look.