The theme that pops out at me as I cruise knigblogs is how so often our feelings about our knitting projects are so easily compared to human relationships. If my intellect was sharper I'd have a good paper here. Let's not go there - no need to examine my mental dullness too closely. Anyway, Anne-Caroline was comparing her yarn lust to her wanton teen years - I loved that correlation. Today, I'm in the fading relationship. You know, ya like him, he's a good guy and you had fun, but that cute guy over there is looking so much more interesting. Luckily, this is a memory for me at this point (DH and all that), but oh I know the feeling. Clapotis is just going on and on. At least I finally got my brain wrapped around the fact that "repeat 12 more times" means there are 13 repeats total - duh. Thankfully I came to that golden understanding just stitches before starting the decreases one repeat too soon. No wonder I kept asking if it was going to be too short. Anyway, I'm including this pic so you can see that yes, I'm almost done. Sorry the photo is a bit off, trying to hold the shade shut and keep Emily off the sofa while holding the camera steady and shooting with one hand - something had to give.
To take a break Emily and I wound yarn, which she finds endlessly entertaining. Helps that the sweater is for her. Sooo bright, but she's in love with the colors. And yes, that's the Berroco Plush throw in the background. Will sew some today too. Making this pattern from Paintbox Knits again and this time I think I'll do sleeve shaping - whadda ya think? Isn't that hilarious. Really don't know what I did. How I gained 4" in diameter is a mystery too. And just why did I CO the biggest size but only knit the length and sleeves to the shortest measurments? This was the first pattern I ever followed (badly it seems) - my first two sweaters were made without patterns. Think about that - the hubris is beyond words. But it was worn then, and is now being worn by the little one. But since she swims in it I thought I'd make one that fits. With shaping even!
btw, the opposite of hubris is arête, "which implies a constant striving for perfection and self-improvement combined with a humble awareness that such perfection cannot be reached." My experience with fiber has definitely led me to a state of humble awareness. Very humble. Hum, guess the second paper could be on the religion of knitting? Yeah, I know, others have been there. It's wicked hard to find fresh topics.
Nancy - i guess I'm not the only one who was wishing for Clapotis to finally end! It does look beautiful, though!
Posted by: Jackie | February 02, 2005 at 05:48 PM
The Clap was like that for me--sooooo fabulous for so long, but long before that 13th repeat the thrill was gone. Way gone. Not even pulling out the ladders revived me. BUT the decreases are nothing but GOOD TIMES. I am not a fast knitter but I knitted my Clap in a week--the week I was snowed in with the kids. I would have been carted off to the nuthouse without it. So....once you hit the decreases its time to plan your wardrobe--its nearly done.
Posted by: suzanne | February 03, 2005 at 05:21 AM
I love the correlation between knitting and men. I can definately commiserating with finding "that other guy" much more attractive. Happens quite a bit. Unfortunately I've also learned about that grass not always being greener either.
Posted by: Christina | February 03, 2005 at 08:08 AM
After a year of blogging, it does seem like there's nothing new under the sun. Yet we all seem to find new ways of saying it, and that's the fun. So go ahead and wax poetic about the metaphorical aspects of knitting. We can all relate!
Posted by: Sharon | February 08, 2005 at 09:12 AM