Finished. It’s a blanket now.
The I-cord edging took two sessions of Masters tournament coverage. I was so hypnotized that I think I fell asleep at one point while simultaneously cranking attached I-cord.
Always remember to do three rows of UNattached I-cord as you turn the corners. I always think of you when I do this. It’s so clever: you’re attaching and attaching, then for a minute you don’t.
One conclusion re the color choices in this blanket: I like the contrasting colorways better than the subtler ones. The contrasts make for more thrilling moments. It’s almost inconceivable to say this about a Noro yarn, but those squares on the right look sort of . . . tame.
The label is made from a favorite, worn-out napkin that I put in my bread basket.
I attached the label by running each stitch through a blanket nubbin. I AM NO EMBROIDERER, KAY. No French knots on this thing.
It made it into the mail to Chicago last week, just under the wire. I’m writing this with one foot out the door on Friday the 18th, so by the time you read this, I hope to be in Bangalore. Thanks to everybody for all the India reading and movie ideas. Very helpful! My Kindle is loaded up with Rohinton Mistry’s A Fine Balance, Jumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake, and Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children. Incredibly, Vikram Seth’s A Suitable Boy is not available on Kindle, so my 800-page doorstop is staying home. (Was there ever a book more suited to being digital? What is with you publishing people?) I’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, traveling with a batch of siblings as well as my dad who will no doubt have a mystical experience along the way. We’re going to Ooty, even. Mary Neal and I are strategizing our trip knitting. We’re traveling light, so it’s laceweight all the way. I’m not taking much in the way of technology. But I’m taking an old-style notebook computer: it’s a notebook, actually. I can’t figure out how to turn it on!