Still sailing along on the Tweedy Squares blanket. I’ll be brief, despite the fact that this blanket-bordering project is one of the more epic efforts I’ve made, right up there with fixing breakfast this morning despite a profound lack of breakfast makins. I do have one observation to make: when dealing with the eight-year-old diner, if bacon is part of the menu, then bacon can be the entire menu.
Let’s go to the videotape.
Each side is 56 inches long, making a total of 224 inches of border, a little over 18 feet. I’m well into Side Three of this thing, and as long as the Patrick O’Brian novels hold out, I’ll be fine. But I do find that long stretches of garter stitch send me into a sort of hallucinating, free-associating frame of mind. I’m really glad you can’t see inside my brain, because it’s pretty much like that scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory where they take that trippy ride down the chocolate river.
(The corner will be sewn together when all is said and done.)
You may not be able to tell, and you may not care but I do (desperately), but each side uses a different shade of green tweed yarn: Rowan Scottish Tweed, Harrisville New England Highland, Rowan Yorkshire Tweed. We’ll see what happens on Side Four, because I’m starting to scrape the bottom of the greeny-green barrel.
Same with the oranges: different on each side. I am developing a real love of the Rowan Scottish Tweed orange, which goes fuschia sometimes when it’s next to a burnt orange.
Some of my free-associating has to do with color theory. The taupe squares turned purple at one point last night, and the border (thanks to whoever’s comment that this blanket reminds them of 1969) got me thinking about harvest gold kitchen appliances. And my mom’s avocado green cookware. And . . . whoooooops . . . . . . . . aaaaaaaahhhhhh . . . . . . . . . . .