Posted on February 11, 2005 at 8:56 am
I knit the last row of the floral border on PS136 yesterday, finished with the tropical rain forest part with all its exotic colours and syncopated stitch rhythms, leaving the warm and intriguing equatorial regions with the last row of coral colour yarn, and now I’m into the temperate part of the sweater, the beige on beige pattern. This part will take me on what will soon become a monotonous journey north through the never ending landscape of beige on beige to the tundra, to the arctic circle. Shoulders, here I come!
I am concerned about the colour of the oatmeal yarn for the little ginkgo leaf pattern that covers the rest of the body because in the book it has more of a appealing warm yellowish cast, and in reality the colour is kind of flat and chilly. I was hoping that Hillesvag made a soft yellow that I could substitute, but by the looks of their colour card on-line (real-life colour cards are back-ordered) and the nice woman on the phone at Nordic Fiber Arts, their yellow comes in one flavour: loud. So trusting in Solveig, I am continuing on with the oatmeal colour and trying not to wish that it was a soft yellow. Don’t you even dare to suggest that I substitute some other yarn or that I try dyeing this one. I’m not messing with that. I’m terrified enough as it is of this sweater because someday, I’ll have to get out the scissors and, well, you know that part is coming. Let’s not speak of it yet.
As an antidote to size 1 knitting, I dug this almost-finished object out of the pile, a vest in Noro Blossom that I started nine months ago and have but one half of the front left to go. Here’s something you might not know if you’ve never knit with Blossom:
it doesn’t like to be ripped back. It snags on itself and holds on
like a spoiled child in a toy shop. I know this now because it took me several attempts to get the first twelve rows right (now I know why I put the thing down in disgust) before I relaxed back into it. This knitting is on a size nine needle, and it’s not the size difference that strikes me so, it’s the Clover needles that fight me every stitch of the way. I’ve grown accustomed to my addis in the last nine months, having been converted by the blog community, and the Clovers are a very different feel. I may just donate the lot of my needles that aren’t addis to the charter school. Or I may have to strap them to the bottom of my boots as runners for when the sled dogs give out.