Moving ON. Powerful urge to plow ahead into the future, into knits unknown, horizons yet to be seen. The shock of the new.
More like the shock of the OLD.
After the long-haul pleasures of that Thorn shawl (thank you all for your supportive comments, and my apologies for offending Chicago Bears fans), I craved some color that I knew I would love.
At the foot of my desk, for many months now, has been a plastic bag filled with a knitting project that I started in 2008.
Alice Starmore’s Donegal pattern, from her earth-shattering 1994 classic, The Celtic Collection.
I dumped out the contents of the plastic bag and wept like a baby for about an hour, for a couple of reasons. 1.) The colors of these yarns are so breathtaking. 2.) I had no memory of any aspect of this project. I knew I had a large piece of knitting in front of me, with three uncut steeks, a half-done sleeve, and many small balls of yarn. I had a chart with two red lines drawn down the middle, and a truly OCD index card with yarns threaded through punch holes and labeled to match the chart.
Who did this? Who is so compulsive that she writes yarn quantities on a card?
Wellllllll, apparently it all started in 2008. Just in time for the weekend, I invite you to turn back the hands of time and enjoy the odyssey that is this Donegal sweater. This was back in the days of four-hour blogging, complete with all kinds of time-consuming attention to detail. Solid-gold tips in here. And at least one reference to 3,700 pieces of bacon.
A Naive and Cheerful Start.
Tracking Down Discontinued Yarns, or, The Kindness of Knitters.
[Long and bleak interval from May 2008-November 2009]
Cutting a Steek at a Skatepark.
A Lot of Information about Spit-Splicing.
Tips for Finer Fair Isle.
To be clear, we’re in January 2013, a good five years into this. Once again, I find myself all wound up about this thing. Obsession/dread/avoidance/obsession. It’s the circle of life!