Posted on October 1, 2004 at 2:13 pm
I’m in up to ankles in Nicki Epstein’s Floral Felted Bag. Here’s a peek of the emerging pretty flowers and leaves, but look at this daunting truth about this project.
I’ve knit some hairy intarsia projects before (check out “A Jacket Called Horse” in my photo album) but this bag to-be-felted is knit on needles larger than would normally be appropriate and, therefore, the work rolls wickedly and the stitches always look a little irregular for my taste. And as if that weren’t enough to contend with, I realized this morning that I got the stitch count wrong in placing a new element so that the little green blub on the left side of the work (it’s a leaf) which only has four rows committed to it so far, is three stitches too far to the right. This is what I get for knitting intarsia during a Presidential Debate. So all this means that I have to rip. And I hate to rip. Especially when ripping involves untangling threads and bobbins and the cat and yesterday’s mail over vast expanses of counter space critical to making tonight’s dinner. I’ll let you know how interested I am in continuing on this one after I’ve done that.
But I maintain that it sure is purty.