Mindless Knitting
Here's what I'm working on at home:
I don't think of this as "real" knitting -- it's a quick, fun, top-down raglan mohair fluffy thing. When it's done, I'll wear it a lot, I'm sure. But "real" knitting involves difficulty of some sort. This is Not Difficult. It has no difficulty in it. It is completely bereft of difficulty. Hence. Not "real."
It's like the difference between "real" dinner -- which involves vegetables of some kind, and a stove -- and a bag of Cheetos and a carton of ice cream, consumed in front of the TV during "Colombo" reruns, except that in the case of the non-real knitting, one doesn't have to be quite so humiliated afterward.
Socks are like that, too. Mindless.
(Now, then. For some of you, socks are not mindless. Neither are top-down stockinette stitch raglans. Therefore, in your case they are not the equivalent of Cheetos and ice cream. But such are the heights to which you may aspire; keep this up, and someday you'll find the socks mindless. Really. I promise. Till then? They are REAL knitting.)
At work, I'm plowing through one of those Colinette "Ab Fab" throws, which is also Not Difficult, but has the advantage of being knit with several yarns in a scallop pattern, and therefore gives the appearance of difficulty. It's beginning to depress the rest of the department, though, because I'm only knitting it during interviews with The Candidates, and the fact that it's already halfway done -- and it's not small -- means that we've been spending a Lot of our time with the darling candidates.
Even though I knit like a bat out of hell (direct quote from one of my colleagues).
So, basically, I'm just having fun with knitting. I have lots of pieces on the needles about which I need to be mindful, but I'm not going to work on any of them for a few days. Either at work or at home. Also, both projects involve fluff. I'm in a candy-fluff happy knitting stage.
This won't last long.
That was TWO separate bits of knitting content, wasn't it! I RULE!
Hey, here's another:
TChem, who is brilliant, has posted a link to this marvelous site, so now I LOVE her.
I own a bunch of the booklets that the site makes fun of, partly because they are so hilarious (I have previously discussed the fact that many vintage designs are pretty much impossible to create, as well as the fact that occasionally the photographers appear to have lost their minds), partly because I often LOVE these designs. Sometimes in much the same way that I LOVE the knitted English breakfast -- but sometimes cause I really truly love them and intend to wear them.
More on this later, I expect.
Now I'm going to go off into the sewing room to work on a skirt that matches that vintage cardigan I knit up last month.
I don't think of this as "real" knitting -- it's a quick, fun, top-down raglan mohair fluffy thing. When it's done, I'll wear it a lot, I'm sure. But "real" knitting involves difficulty of some sort. This is Not Difficult. It has no difficulty in it. It is completely bereft of difficulty. Hence. Not "real."
It's like the difference between "real" dinner -- which involves vegetables of some kind, and a stove -- and a bag of Cheetos and a carton of ice cream, consumed in front of the TV during "Colombo" reruns, except that in the case of the non-real knitting, one doesn't have to be quite so humiliated afterward.
Socks are like that, too. Mindless.
(Now, then. For some of you, socks are not mindless. Neither are top-down stockinette stitch raglans. Therefore, in your case they are not the equivalent of Cheetos and ice cream. But such are the heights to which you may aspire; keep this up, and someday you'll find the socks mindless. Really. I promise. Till then? They are REAL knitting.)
At work, I'm plowing through one of those Colinette "Ab Fab" throws, which is also Not Difficult, but has the advantage of being knit with several yarns in a scallop pattern, and therefore gives the appearance of difficulty. It's beginning to depress the rest of the department, though, because I'm only knitting it during interviews with The Candidates, and the fact that it's already halfway done -- and it's not small -- means that we've been spending a Lot of our time with the darling candidates.
Even though I knit like a bat out of hell (direct quote from one of my colleagues).
So, basically, I'm just having fun with knitting. I have lots of pieces on the needles about which I need to be mindful, but I'm not going to work on any of them for a few days. Either at work or at home. Also, both projects involve fluff. I'm in a candy-fluff happy knitting stage.
This won't last long.
That was TWO separate bits of knitting content, wasn't it! I RULE!
Hey, here's another:
TChem, who is brilliant, has posted a link to this marvelous site, so now I LOVE her.
I own a bunch of the booklets that the site makes fun of, partly because they are so hilarious (I have previously discussed the fact that many vintage designs are pretty much impossible to create, as well as the fact that occasionally the photographers appear to have lost their minds), partly because I often LOVE these designs. Sometimes in much the same way that I LOVE the knitted English breakfast -- but sometimes cause I really truly love them and intend to wear them.
More on this later, I expect.
Now I'm going to go off into the sewing room to work on a skirt that matches that vintage cardigan I knit up last month.
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