Knitting under the weather

Jan 22, 2013

Not feeling (kn)it?

I'm home today under the weather. I've escaped the dreadful sickness that's going around, so it feels a little wimpy to stay home with anything less than the plague, but I decided to spare my colleagues the opportunity to catch my bug.

The upside: Knitting. Even though Interweave is a knitting-friendly work environment-we told new colleagues that knitting in meetings (or crocheting or beading or stitching) was a treasured part of our corporate culture-it's a rare day when I get in some knitting time during daylight hours. So here I am at home, working on my increasingly late Christmas gift knitting.

My knitting is a mess...

Meet My Frog

Even though I don't have a frog in my throat, I do have a frog in my knitting bag. As you can see, the sock in progress is singing, "Rip it, rip it!" I've started this pair of socks (well, sock, for the time being) about 5 times, and I've just ripped back to the beginning of the heel. My first try at a stranded knitting pattern was just a complete mistake, and the second and third were too tight. The fourth, with a brioche cuff, was too loose. I cruised along to the instep and realized that there wasn't enough room for the high instep of the recipient.There are now two main balls of yarn and two mini-balls, plus yards and yards of curlicue yarn to straighten out. But even as I say unladylike words under my breath, I remember what I've learned from some amazing designers I know:

Good knitters rip.

I've seen my friend Charlene rip and reknit the same sweater no fewer than three times when the look wasn't what she wanted. In designing her Mork sweater (which I adore!), Julia Farwell-Clay tried and ripped and ripped again. Until it was just right, she frogged.

(She also started with a swatch, which I believe in but still can't bring myself to do every time . . . )

I believe in leaving little errors that no one will notice; the mantra of my first knitting group was, "Could you see it from a prancing pony?" But when I know I've gone down the wrong path, it always comes back to ripping it out—in hopes that someday I will be a really, really good knitter.

Even when it makes my stomach hurt.

 


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