I hate football. At a tender age, I watched a lot of midget football practice and could not comprehend why none of the grownups seemed to notice the brutality–physical and spiritual– that I found so upsetting. That’s my version of events and maybe not my brother’s, but the memories stuck with me as a permanent aversion. (I love Friday Night Lights. I contain multitudes.) (I look forward to your lettters.)
But I love commercials, so I had the Super Bowl and Twitter on my screens last night. Obviously a knitportunity of a night, if ever there was one. But alas I had just cast off my most recent Honey Cowl. So I cast on the Chevron Scarf from the Scarves, Shrugs & Shawls book that I mentioned in the post below. My yarn: remnants of Madelinetosh Merino DK and other yarns that I’d used for Honey Cowls of the Past.
People want to know: why do I have any remnants? Isn’t the Honey Cowl a “knit until you run out of yarn” kind of pattern? Yes it is. But for quite a few of my Honey Cowls, I wanted a thicker wad of wool around the neck, for warmth in the Northeast and also for style. Big woman + little cowl is not as attractive a proportion as big woman + generous cowl. But using all of the third skein seemed like too much of a good thing, so generally I have stopped halfway through a third skein, at around the 500 yard total mark. Leaving me with remnants. Glorious remnants.
Not enough remnants that I didn’t have to go back to Knitty City for an extra hank of a Madtosh DK neutral, this time in French Grey. Sometimes you gotta buy yarn to reduce stash.
Wheeee! It has been a while since I’ve feathered-and-fanned, and I’m really enjoying it. My one complaint is that if you leave out one k2tog or yo in a row that is 427 stitches long, it takes a while to find it. I am just saying.
That Honey Cowl in the back is made from a single skein of Neighborhood Fiber Co. Studio Worsted, in the shade Thomas Circle. It’s slightly on the skinny side, but it’s for a slip of a girl, so I’m being consistent in my logic.
Today was a day for watching Mayor Koch’s funeral on TV while knitting and pattern-writing. I do love a good funeral. Not to brag on my chosen people, but Jewish funerals are wonderful to me because the ritual component is minimal in comparison to the time devoted to remembering the person who is so much on everyone’s mind. It was a good one.