September 6, 2010

• Fair Isle Squee

  I have a pattern, from Folk Vests.  I have a sweater to copy measurements (well, I shall when Sir delivers it).  I have a colour palette.  I need to settle down with the colour pallette and work out the changes.

  Sir shall have his knitted slipover.  I shall knit fair isle.  And the world shall be happy.

  For, who could resist knitting a fair isle slipover for someone who intends to "wear it until it wears out, and then darn the holes and wear it some more"?  I like to knit things for people who will wear them.  I like that people wear the things so much, that they lose them, make holes in them, wear them out, disintegrate them, need them mended.  I love that someone wants to wear something that I've knitted, and wants to wear it for the next 30 or 40 years, until they're old and wrinkly and grey.  There's no sense in keeping things in a drawer, safe, until the moths get them.

  Honestly.  It's as good as the time my Dad wanted to know where his latest knitted socks were, remarking that he'd been "hoping that [I'd] bring them early."

  And no.  Sir is not the chap I met.  Sir is a morris dancer.  The chap I met is  and that's all I shall say.

   

  • 5:44 pm
  • 1 Comment