Posted on November 13, 2004 at 6:38 pm
Part 1: Something happened to my husband. I think he may have learned something about the way that I tick. After ten years of marriage, he may have figured out what goods and services I’m willing to do trade in.
This morning, he pointed at the pile of knitted something on the counter that is the current project. "Nice colours," he said.
"Yes," I said absently over my coffee. "I actually posted about how much I like those colours on my blog yesterday." I turned the page of the newspaper, not looking up.
"Is that that Noro yarn I see the tags for all over the house?" (By "all over the house", he means the one errant ball band that had fallen out of my knitting bag but stayed on the floor of the hall for three days because no one bothered to pick it up. Although it is fair to mention that "no one" does include me. Hey–my hands were full of laundry to be folded . . . or a toddler to be changed, or, or, well. . . something!)
"Yep" and I thought to myself, he said Noro. My husband identified a yarn by its manufacturer. Hm. He must want, uh, something.
He said after a minute "Does that sweater have a name?" He has finally come to understand that my relationship with my knitting is such that I actually call the items I am making by their given names, like a pet. And he thinks that this is charming enough on his part that it should be worth something to me. Yep, he wants sex.
Admit it: I am not the only knitblogger who is willing to trade for knitting time.
I said "The Noro sweater?"
"No, like a name, like all your other sweater knit-along Rogue thingies you’re always on the ‘Net about and cursing about." He remembers the Tuja incident.
"Oh, Karlsboro. It’s called Karlsboro, which is a town I think in Norway or something. Wanna see the picture ?" I pull out the Cornelia Tuttle Hamilton book from beneath the Arts section and hand the opened page to him. I am only worried when he expresses enthusiasm. He must want the kind of sex I need to take a nap for.
"It’s nice. That will look really nice on you." Yep: Nap time.
Part 2: I have reached the next "big moment" in the knitting of this sweater–the half-way point–as I decide what modifications might need to be included for it to fit around my mummy-tummy. This, the second one-piece sweater I have attempted in a month, and I still lament that one-sweaters aren’t as flexible during the process as are sweaters knit in pieces.
Boring technical note for anyone thinking about making Karlsboro (this is for you, Elspeth): when you have to count stitches, the yarn overs count as stitches, strangely enough. Sounds like a no-brainer, I know, but it threw me for a minute. I knit a pattern once that I think what went wrong was that the technical editor had decided that since a yarn over leads to a knit together, that therefore yarn over needn’t count as a stitch. So I’m just letting you know that these yarn overs do count.
I am so used to second-guessing patterns, I was pleasantly surprised to find that decreasing the stated number of stitches doesn’t land the edge of the piece in the middle of a lacey panel. The stitch count for this sweater intelligently lands you on the four stitch solid panel every time. Not only that, but so good is this pattern’s grasp of the six stitch repeat that when you cast on the stitches for the side seams, you can just start in on your return row with the first knit 2, and the 6 stitch repeat works out as it should when you meet up with the established stitches. Cool, huh?