Posted on February 7, 2005 at 11:12 pm
It has been obliquely called to my attention by small chatter on one of the knitboards that I have not given out much in the way of hosting the Clapotis-along, and I want to correct this problem, at least as far as the public face of this little KAL is concerned. I have been acting as a kind of unofficial coach to the knitters who have hit snags, or who have needed help jumping off the cliff of dropping stitches (I mean "jumping off the cliff" both as a metaphor for facing the unknown, and in the way that you remember when your mom asked you if all of the other kids jumped off a cliff, would you jump off too, and you said yes, even though you knew the answer she wanted to hear was no, in fact, that’s the only reason you said yes, to bug her, because you were and still are afraid of heights? And extended metaphors?) People email me, you know. I am happy to help. It makes me feel loved.
So let me very publicly say that new knitters have continued to ask to be added to the list, and I have continued to add them, even though many never check in with me ever again (hey, it’s a cheap hyperlink in traffic-zealous blog-eat-blog world, I get it) and I have continued to see other Clapotis (that’s plural) blossom on blogs that have no idea that I exist (who needs me? I’m just that whinging knitter with the moth problem, I get it)
And here, to date, are five of my favorite clapotis moments:
Similes by Me (so sue me, I loved writing that post: I sometimes laugh at my own jokes too.)
Tassels by Liz
Poem by Cari
Art Photography by Sarah (scroll down)
Oops and a Fix by Beth.(don’t miss her happy ending)
Come to think of it, nobody does knit-alongs better than Alison. We aspiring KAL hostesses should be more like that. But I have managed to give finished knitters a star by their name,
and to update their link to send blog surfers directly to
finished Clapotis, whenever possible.
And while I’m on the topic, it’s pronounced clap-o-TEE. No extra french flair required: that’s how it’s said on every chic street corner and at every crowded cafe table in Paris. It means little ripples, as in water. It’s a very nice name, especially if you say it properly.
Now go work on yours. I know you have one going.