Seems I can’t do anything right, at this time. Well, in terms of C&K, anyway. Grrrrr …
Here is the WIP with which I replaced the failed brioche lapghan: this is a simple knit stitch called ‘mistake rib’ (as probably everyone else in the world knew all along). If only one or other (or all) of the gods would chuck down a thunderbolt that enabled me to take even remotely acceptable photos, I would be a lot happier — a whole big lot !
The problem is that it isn’t wide enough.
It will stretch, provided I put some kind of appropriate border around it. Imagine having to put a border around a bloody lapghan ! I think only M.R., I do.
Does anyone have a suggestion as to what kind/design of border would suit ?
This lady is no slouch: I refer to Barbara Breitner, who has written a book called “Knitting on the Net”.
You could visit her (ugh !) Facebook site ifyou need to track it down. But on the other hand, you can just follow the link behind the image below to her website and find a really good list of knitting stitches. As, for instance,
There are dozens of ’em, all very clearly written up and described in terms of why you might want to use ’em.
I’ve been browsing for knitting stitches because of having stuffed up my WIP – a brioche lapghan, 99 stitches long. I add that last bit so’s you can see how goddam infuriating it is to’ve found a hideous error many rows back. And here to prove it —
Unfortunately, the wool is kinda speckley and doesn’t lend itself to photos. But in the lower one about two columns to the left of the edge of the ball of wool, the brioche column wanders off from left to right, so that it looks as if a rib of black has turned into a rib of white. SHITABRICK, but I don’t know how I do these things. Now you get why I apostrophize myself so violently …
And I’m running out of time to make something for a beloved friend’s birthday. :( :( :(
The husband is Chic: the mog is Captain Kirk, known simply as The Captain.
So what d’you think of the cardi I knitted for Chic (many years ago) ? – I thought it was pretty ace, myself. And without wishing to blow my own trumpet too loudly, so did he. :)
We were living down in Melbourne for a while, working on a film shoot (for which he was never paid, btw: the 2-man production team were total (_¤_)s and two-faced bastards). A short time before the shoot began, I finished this more than time-consuming knitting – Chic liked yarn no thicker than sport weight – and he wore it on every occasion that the temperature permitted.
Alas. The rented house had open-plan bedroom storage; just shelves to put everything on and no cupboards with doors. So one fine day much later on, one of our other cats was wandering about in cat-fashion and came across the woollies. Apparently the smell of this particular wool was irresistible: The Wooluf set in eating it !
And he did enough damage (although I doubt he actually ingested any) to render it irreparable. At least, it was for me: just the sight of the rips and tears and long lines of stitches dropped for roughly a thousand rows was enough to make me wave my hands in dismissal of the thought.
And during all that time, I’ve been visiting blog-sites of knitters and crocheters and often wishing I had my own blog once more, so that I could talk about them and their craft/s.
And there is always, I’m sorry to have to admit, a bit of a need to simply rave on about — something. Several things. But the C&K (it will become very familiar, that) is the driver of this blog.
Eventually, some blog-surfing person is going to drop in and cry “Good grief ! — it’s M.R. !” and that will be very nice. But till the coincidence arises, I’m doing nothing by way of trying to find my old blogging mates (most of whom I remember very clearly and very happily).
I practise both crafts, btw — not embarrassingly badly. But what is embarrassing about my application to them is that … it isn’t. Application, I mean. I am appallingly, dreadfully, finger-pointingly bad at finishing things. You can be sure that those I do finish you will see: it’s always a red-letter day !
Besides the sites of designers, there are a few people who are so clever that they make my head spin; and my favourite blogger is this one …
Anna has mastered so many crafts in her comparatively short life (well, in comparison with mine, it is) – and all of them really well – that I cannot but wonder how she’s fitted it all in. Mi piacerebbe essere così intelligente … Anyway, hers is an IDEAL personal blog – full of her slant on – well, everything: of course knitting, but the two beautiful cats she and her husband dote on, all the crafting activities she takes part in, food, clothes … Her blog is the most interesting series of daily posts I’ve ever come across*, and that’s the truth.
So. That was my first, this time around. Lui sleeps between my knees on this recliner chair (I have three) and the hour is ghastly. I believe I might go back to bed ! :)
*Might this be because I like the stream of consciousness style we share …?