Today is the final day of the Eskimimi Knitting and Crochet Blog Week. It has been such fun participating. I have loved both writing my own posts and reading as many as I can of everyone else's. The inspiration out there is mind-boggling and a huge thank you is in order to Eskimimi for organising the whole thing. As well as the fun of the writing and reading has come the challenge to push the boat out a little into uncharted waters in an experimental way with the craft itself. I have really enjoyed what I have discovered.
Before this week I would have said I was a crocheter first and foremost, albeit a newbie one, and Not At All A Knitter despite the one-off hat I made for my son's birthday last month. To explain why I will quote the explanation I gave in my post Teenage Birthdays:
"The history of knit-sticks and me is a sorry one. At school, along with the rest of the class I managed to knit a strip of squares that were sewn together into blankets to be given away to a nursing home without too many problems and a lurid green teddy bear in garter stitch, with a squeaker from a cracker fitted to its intestines, followed, again without too much trauma, but the following year we were supposed to knit something to wear and choose a Proper Pattern. It was in the seventies when those tank tops, which have now made a bit of a come-back, were coming in the first time around and I started off fairly enthusiastically on one of these, in a rather pretty cherry red wool.
Something unidentifiable went seriously wrong with the ribbing very early on, resulting in my long-suffering mother, to whose lot fell the unhappy task of knitting the other side of this awful garment, after I had given up, having to try and replicate my mistake so that the two sides matched. She needn't have worried, the tension was so woefully out that I don't think I ever wore the thing more than once or twice. It turned out as wide as a bus and you could have fitted half my class at school into it without stretching it! Disappointing to say the least and the memory of the headache of trying to undo rows and pick up stitches again has not been erased with the years. Nor the disbelief that it could really have turned out so gigantic!"
I also wanted to break out from my normal colour palette and experiment with subtler, softer shades (but on a small canvas in case I hated the result). The result was the knitted cushion in my post of a couple of days ago. Complete departure from my norm - knitting, not crochet; muted, earthy colours not sunny, clear, bright ones; no overall design other than the one in my head that I drew out; skills required to complete project acquired on the hoof rather than beforehand.
But it was such fun, I can't tell you! The only real stress was from the fact that I don't know how to pick up a dropped stitch. So if I went wrong I had to frog the whole square and start again. I have to admit this did happen a number of times! I had never done intarsia knitting but although I got in a bit of a pickle with three balls of yarn going at once, it worked! The Fairisle technique required for the rose-stippled trout square was also completely new to me. But after some helpful advice from the Needles & Natter group on loosening my tension up a bit so that the contrasting colour stitches showed through properly, this too worked! Miracles! And the squares came out as, well, squares, not football pitches! Miracles again!
So I can no longer quite say "I am Not At All A Knitter"! Which is all to the good because the expensive yarn hanging around, all dressed up with nowhere to go, after the frogging of the variegated Japanese flowers needs to be knitted, not crocheted, into a scarf. I've started it and in my humble opinion we have a different story from the pile of old seaweed at the beginning of this week!
|Knitted rather than crocheted, the beautiful deep sea colours can sing (hopefully!)|
The last word has to go to Duck who loved appearing on this blog at the beginning of the week and who has been a bit miffed that he could not figure every day! His view, when consulted about the knitting / crochet balance thing is:
"I am looking forward to next year's already and I hope you are too!
(If Eskimimi is up for organising a fourth one that is!)"