Dragging Around Fusion
Well, you know how it is. You need a Lot of projects on the needles at one time, so as to minister to different moods and venues. At the VERY least, I require two: there's the difficult pattern that has to be followed row by row, and can only be done while sitting on the sofa after work; and then there's the mindless project that's excellent for dragging to meetings and colloquia, cause it doesn't require attention.
Well, I was doing fine; had the "Margaret Tudor" panels I'm working on (or, at least, have lying on the coffee table, where it LOOKS like I'm working on them, which is, to my mind, the same thing), and the vintage cardigan, for the mindless work.
But now that I'm near the end of the vintage cardi, I can't drag it around; I'm working on the buttonhole band, and there's a lot of pin-finding and fiddling around, and it won't travel.
So I had the very bright idea of starting a mohair pullover -- in Reynold's "Fusion":
I don't think I've mentioned this before, but next to sequins, I like mohair. Every one in a while I just HAVE to have another fluffy sweater. So here's one, and it's fun -- love the color changes, love the yarn, easy pattern, blah blah blah.
But can it be dragged around? No, it cannot. Because it's not only intarsia, but intarsia requiring giant balls of mohair that I don't feel like making into smaller balls of mohair, and easy though the pattern is, it requires fiddling around, four times every row, when you twist the yarns together.
So I started more socks.
But! Though I've got two meetings and a dissertation defense and a graduate student workshop today, after that, I'm free! Free, I tell you, for a week.
My plan?
Knit.
(Hang on, Ryan -- we go to the Sunday matinees -- so I'll Reveal The New Surprise Ending of The Flying Dutchman then. Also. Though I'd love to know if you can actually survive knitting a Teletubby, I can't bear to think of the lovely K. being tortured by it later. So, no. No challenge from me, in the interest of your domestic harmony.)
Well, I was doing fine; had the "Margaret Tudor" panels I'm working on (or, at least, have lying on the coffee table, where it LOOKS like I'm working on them, which is, to my mind, the same thing), and the vintage cardigan, for the mindless work.
But now that I'm near the end of the vintage cardi, I can't drag it around; I'm working on the buttonhole band, and there's a lot of pin-finding and fiddling around, and it won't travel.
So I had the very bright idea of starting a mohair pullover -- in Reynold's "Fusion":
I don't think I've mentioned this before, but next to sequins, I like mohair. Every one in a while I just HAVE to have another fluffy sweater. So here's one, and it's fun -- love the color changes, love the yarn, easy pattern, blah blah blah.
But can it be dragged around? No, it cannot. Because it's not only intarsia, but intarsia requiring giant balls of mohair that I don't feel like making into smaller balls of mohair, and easy though the pattern is, it requires fiddling around, four times every row, when you twist the yarns together.
So I started more socks.
But! Though I've got two meetings and a dissertation defense and a graduate student workshop today, after that, I'm free! Free, I tell you, for a week.
My plan?
Knit.
(Hang on, Ryan -- we go to the Sunday matinees -- so I'll Reveal The New Surprise Ending of The Flying Dutchman then. Also. Though I'd love to know if you can actually survive knitting a Teletubby, I can't bear to think of the lovely K. being tortured by it later. So, no. No challenge from me, in the interest of your domestic harmony.)
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