You know how a knitting project has a narrative arc to it—all that Joseph Campbell hero’s journey stuff? “A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.”
Exactly! That’s us!
Well, this Moroccan Nights pullover is proving to be a region of supernatural wonder, that’s for sure. A very mild region. It just doesn’t take much, people. For example, this:
Those are the eight stitches I added under the armhole. It’s a knitted cast on—purled, actually, because you have to purl to get the yarn where it needs to be to keep going. I anticipated those eight stitches for at least two weeks. Could I purl a knitted cast on? The answer is yes.
Even more thrilling was the start of the new cable that will sprout from my underarm once I finish this sweater. I’m not sure how I feel about cables sprouting from my underarm. Did Odysseus have cables sprouting from his underarm? I just don’t know. But in terms of knitting drama, this was good stuff.
I sailed through a deep, blue sea of double moss stitch until . . .
Remember my fear of spontaneous ribbing, the phenomenon that occurs when you blow your moss stitch and do consecutive rows of knit-purl instead of alternating a knit-purl row with a purl-knit row? Yeah. That happened.
I noticed an irregularity three rows down. Like every monster, once you see spontaneous ribbing, you can’t unsee it. And it ran right across the front of the sweater. I did all the traditional negotiating, including the harebrained idea that I could reverse the purls and knits for three rows down, a hundred stitches across. It would have been the equivalent of knitting without knitting needles, as if I were on a boat in the Aegean with a pile of seaweed and a desire to make a bathmat, but no circs on hand.
You have to understand, I found the spontaneous ribbing when I was maybe two feet from finishing ball number 2 of the Frangipani 5-ply Guernsey yarn. Unknitting meant backward motion, which is never a good thing in a hero’s journey. I finally caved and performed the retrograde dis-knitting, taking me back to an annoying ball.
Onward I knit. Surely nothing else will happen on this journey. Definitely not headed for an abyss of death and rebirth or anything.
Side note: A navy blue pullover is just about the worst possible thing to have in proximity to a Persian cat.
Finally, I have a question. I have been a part of the online knitting world for over a decade, yet just last week I discovered a giant online hotbed of knitterly chitchat that I had no idea existed. Knittingparadise.com. It’s a set of forums, totally stripped down, yet there are a ton of knitters over there yakking it up 24/7. What the heck? Nobody tells me anything! Are you a part of Knitting Paradise? Is that where I’ll end up when I finish this hero’s journey?
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