that can be a verb, yes? Sounds like a strange form of mining. I’m wracking my brain to see if there’s any analogy between knitting argyle and mining …. no, I’m coming up blank.
Nevertheless, that’s what’s going on here in Bootville. Because there are only 5 days left to argyle before the birthday arrives on which I said I would have the argyle ready for wearing. Gasp!
Silliness aside – and disregarding the insane number of little balls of wool that perform square dancing on every row – knitting argyle – my first attempt – is very pleasant. The yarn is Jamieson and Smith’s 2 ply jumper weight which is so very lovely to knit with. It’s so very woolly! You only have to lay two strands next to each other and they snuggle up. And the soft halo that floats above the surface of the knitted fabric is so beautiful. Yum! When I knit with this yarn, I don’t ever want to knit with anything else.
And I’m knitting on 3.25mm needles which is also strangely addictive. When I was a young, flighty knitter I was very much of the notion that the bigger the needle, the fatter the yarn, the better. Now I say, nonsense to that! There’s something very very good about knitting up a fabric that is fine and light, yet so warm and durable.
Oh, the pattern. It’s Keith’s Vest by Veronik Avery. I like her stuff – very classy. The back, of course, was easy-peasy-easy-peasy – back and forth, back and forth, straight up. The front – well, trying to read “the pattern” took a few quiet looks, a few frogged rows, finally an a-ha moment and then the decision, once I knew I was in the right spot, to not confuse myself any further by looking at “the pattern” and just keep an eye on the photo. And follow the lines. It’s a bit common sense really. It’s working – currently. I’ll have to pay attention when the armholes start decreasing but that’s okay. They’re only armholes and I don’t think the argyle really touches them much. Nope, just checked, there’s no argyling going on near armholing. I am looking forward to the bands. Oh yes!
And it has to be knitted on the bed – with all the little balls rolling around in front of me. And that’s okay too because I am so tired this week – that time of the month, and early morning classes – that sneaking in a couple of hours each day, to sit on the bed, pillows scrunched behind my back, the fan blowing on my face, a cold drink by my side, is really nice.
Actually, that’s why I’m knitting right now, and not reading (rereading a favourite children’s series, because really, don’t you think, the really good children’s books are better than any grown ups’ book I’ve ever read). Because I know if I read, I will fall asleep and then I will not wake up in time to fetch the little girl from school for an afternoon of homework. So I shall knit.
Besides, there’s only five days to go before we reach the birthday. And I promised.
Pop over to Ginny’s to check out her yarn along friends – there are some beautiful places to visit and lots of pretty yarn :-)