And here is a video of it, which I insert largely on account of the loud shout I give mid-way through. You soon observe why. :D
The colours are too well-bred, I have decided. In fact, I decided that some years back (What ? – I haven’t been knitting this for years ? Well, I’ll be blowed !) by which time it was Too Late. Alas.
I’m not going to be able to enter it into the Geelong craft comp next year: it’s not nearly good enough. The last bit of brioche was marked, for me, by the virtual impossibility of getting that every-second-row decrease tight enough; and nearly every one is far too loose. Lesson for me: never make patterns that have a regular decrease at the end of rows.
As well, I don’t do Nan Bray’s White Gum Wool any favours by all the frogging and re-knitting: no fine 100% wool likes that, and WGW certainly doesn’t. It’s meant to be worked in pristine condition !
So several errors in this project, and all to be learned from.
Only thing is, I have NO IDEA what to do with it. Sighh … Anyone want a well-bred, mistake-free but not absolutely top-class in terms of even stitches light shawl ?
Whispering Gums reminded me in a comment, totally unintentionally, of something vile I did to J, my most respectable and quite brilliant sister (there were once 5 of us, but now we are only 3).
The comment was regarding my completing a crocheted lapghan for J – the one in two shades of grey NO NOT FIFTY !!!! – that I posted about here. A serious bit of work, of which I am proud.
However, the vile thing was this:
Heh heh …
It is in fact quite a good FO: the pattern got a bit tricky as the size increased, inasmuch as the number of 8s and 3s and whathaveyou meant I had to concentrate, or frog rows and rows. (Actually, I did that a fair bit. Grrrrrrrrr …) But the COLOURS, my dears ! – simply frightful ! :)
Trouble was that the American Yarn online shop in Melbourne had almost run out of this pertickler type/weight/etc., so I was limited to this or one that was grave-coloured – you know, greens and greys and blacks and stuff.
I did tell Jocie,up there in her Paris flat, that it was meant for her to put ’round her shoulders in the Parisian winter – only for interior use. Besides, I added, as she would need to be wearing sunglasses as well, it might as well be spring (even were she not starry-eyed and discontented …).
Whoever thought I had the staying power ? – pas moi !
But I listened to several audiobooks with Lui snoring between my knees on the recliner chair, and it is actually finished: 6 balls of Scheepjes Colour Crafter @ 300m each. Nearly two kilometres !!!
I shall post this off to my eldest sister – unhappily, just as Paris is warming up. Never mind: she can stash it away in some nice-smelling drawer, ready to be brought out as soon as the weather turns cold-ish. It’s not a heavy lapghan, but soft and beautifully warm – I know, I tried it. 140 no-foundation-row hdc, it was; and I am madly happy to say that this stitch allows for absolutely surety of correctly reaching the end of each row, as well as being a single row pattern. Usually when I crochet a largeish whatever I have to rissole it because it’s become wider and wider or maybe narrower and narrower and THEN wider and wider. [grin]
Crunch stitch is a very good one for blankets: it would be perfect for a baby blanket or rug. That would have to be for someone else, as I do not take frightfully well to babies, nor they to me (I sometimes wonder if it may have something to do with their wondering if I am a much larger version of themselves …).
Here you go – the project that turned me into a yarn fiend:
I’m a sucker for colours (the more, the merrier !); so this square from Love Crochet appeared to’ve been designed for me. I embarked upon it with enthusiasm, having discovered a gorgeous fully mercerised yarn from Crochet Australia that was once called Clever Country but is now otherwise named (thinks: what the devil is it ?!); which didn’t pall as I progressed !
That’s my problem, you see: I have not only age against me, but its concomitant of short attention span. Sighh … And so what I’m working on needs to be pretty damned rivettingly interesting if I’m to finish it.
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.