Spiral Pullover and Don Quixote
We discovered what dimension the digital pictures of the Deck Gathering (see last entry) had gone into. It was the "Movie" dimension, and they're there still, hiding out in a looooong strip of unedited camera-caught life.
I drove my dad to the airport yesterday, came home, and passed out. Served leftovers. Watched Kim fail to go into a coma, which is what I was hoping for. Worked on my knitting.
Oh, right, knitting. This is supposed to be a knitting blog.
Here you go -- the finished "Spiral Pullover" (it's in Reynold's silk "Mandalay," indigo):
Cute, huh?
Yes, well.
There's something wrong with it. In technical knitting terms, this sort of artifact is referred to as "weird."
It fits, I guess, but it's weird. It FEELS funny. It's twisted. It causes its wearer, if the wearer is me, to feel unbalanced. As if I were being constantly pulled over to the edge of the picture frame. I'm putting it away for now. I'm going to mess with it again next year, and see if I can wear it without ending up all twisted and requiring more yoga.
But I'll tell you this, it was a lot of fun to knit.
As is this:
Above you see the two center bands of the "Margaret Tudor" pullover, finished. I'm thinking of taking this as my knitting on the research trip to England. I'll sit around in bed-and-breakfasts all over Western East Anglia, lonely, tired from a long day staring at crabbed Elizabethan Secretary hand, reading about the exploits of Cambridgeshire cross-dressers who died excommunicate in the Elizabethan Police State, trying to recover my failing eyesight by knitting on tiny little thistles and roses...
Oh, wait, that's somebody else.
Well, the Secretary hand and the cross-dressers, yes, that'll be me. Also the knitting. Different attitude, though. I don't get whingy on these trips. It'd be tacky.
Oh, also books! I like to take Giant Reading Projects on these trips. I took Moby Dick, for instance, on my first two week stint in Cambridge, lo these many years ago, when I was checking out the manuscript collections, finding out if indeed there were going to be enough references to dramatic activity in Cambridgeshire before 1642 to make it worth my while collecting them (answer: yes), and this trip I believe I'll drag along Tobias Smollett's translation of Don Quixote AND the first few volumes of In Search of Lost Time. (Amber's going to be very glad to hear about that, I believe.)
I drove my dad to the airport yesterday, came home, and passed out. Served leftovers. Watched Kim fail to go into a coma, which is what I was hoping for. Worked on my knitting.
Oh, right, knitting. This is supposed to be a knitting blog.
Here you go -- the finished "Spiral Pullover" (it's in Reynold's silk "Mandalay," indigo):
Cute, huh?
Yes, well.
There's something wrong with it. In technical knitting terms, this sort of artifact is referred to as "weird."
It fits, I guess, but it's weird. It FEELS funny. It's twisted. It causes its wearer, if the wearer is me, to feel unbalanced. As if I were being constantly pulled over to the edge of the picture frame. I'm putting it away for now. I'm going to mess with it again next year, and see if I can wear it without ending up all twisted and requiring more yoga.
But I'll tell you this, it was a lot of fun to knit.
As is this:
Above you see the two center bands of the "Margaret Tudor" pullover, finished. I'm thinking of taking this as my knitting on the research trip to England. I'll sit around in bed-and-breakfasts all over Western East Anglia, lonely, tired from a long day staring at crabbed Elizabethan Secretary hand, reading about the exploits of Cambridgeshire cross-dressers who died excommunicate in the Elizabethan Police State, trying to recover my failing eyesight by knitting on tiny little thistles and roses...
Oh, wait, that's somebody else.
Well, the Secretary hand and the cross-dressers, yes, that'll be me. Also the knitting. Different attitude, though. I don't get whingy on these trips. It'd be tacky.
Oh, also books! I like to take Giant Reading Projects on these trips. I took Moby Dick, for instance, on my first two week stint in Cambridge, lo these many years ago, when I was checking out the manuscript collections, finding out if indeed there were going to be enough references to dramatic activity in Cambridgeshire before 1642 to make it worth my while collecting them (answer: yes), and this trip I believe I'll drag along Tobias Smollett's translation of Don Quixote AND the first few volumes of In Search of Lost Time. (Amber's going to be very glad to hear about that, I believe.)
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