Since you’re off wandering the beaches of New England, I thought I’d share my Summer 2007 Beach Knitting.
Now. You know I usually like to do either a whole lot of small pieces (2005: 30 Top Secret Dishrags), or something that is composed of a whole lot of small pieces (the Mitered Blankets of ’04 and ’06). Beach knitting has to be cotton. Some people knit wool on the beach, and even alpaca and mohair. To them I say, with all due respect, “Whatever.” For me it’s got to be cotton. Dippable, drippable, washable and dryable. As Richie Havens crooned, it’s The Fabric of Our Lives. (I looked for a clip, but this and this were all I could find. The Richie one was awesome.)
This year, though, I’m not following my Many Small Pieces approach. I am knitting 4 huge pieces, which when joined will be a Cornish Knit Frock for the multiple-XLT loveofmylife. At the beginning I had my doubts about shlepping such big pieces to and fro, not just to the beach, but on all my summer rounds including cars, buses, subways and the Hampton Jitney (which is known for its teeny tiny seltzers and the occasional free trashy summer paperback, but not for its elbow room). Not only are all these pieces very generously sized, but there is the matter of the cable needle and the remembering of increases and decreases and of cable and texture panels. None of these things are hard in themselves, but they require seeing and thinking and keeping track. It’s frustrating to pick up a sweater part and try to remember where I left off and did I write down when I stopped this motif on the other piece, and how often am I turning those cables and which part is this, anyway?
But I guess it’s going OK, because today I have reached the Two Sleeve Moment.
For the denim-curious, this photo shows the difference in length between the pre-washing sleeve in the back and the post-washing sleeve in the front. A 30-inch sleeve shrank to 25 inches. Just like it’s supposed to.
If your cable needle goes missing, try a coffee stirrer from the Beach Snack Hut. This coffee stirrer is a perfect US5 (3.5mm).
This pattern and I are at that perfect relationship stage. I think it’s the cutest most sweetest pattern in the world. No longer struggling with my memory of what goes where and when, I knit along, smiling every at every charming bit of business. Once in a while I mess up, and the pattern says, “Dollface. You totally mossed through that rib back there.” And then, how we laugh!
Oh c’mon. You don’t do that?
P.S. I do not purposely take pictures of Joseph doing his armpit farts; it’s just hard NOT to.