Friday, August 26, 2011

Red to pink (er, no surprises there!)

Jorth was rather pleased with herself, and rightly so. For she had just finished the knitting part of Grumble's red dress. The knitting of the collar had taken much longer than she thought it would. There had been an odd flaw in the yarn - one of the plys had unravelled. When Jorth discovered this she decided that it was no big deal, and that it would be hidden in the knitting, and had ribbed on.

But alas! The more Jorth knitted, the more the ply worked itself free from the main body of knitting. It sat there, cheekily waving itself about, like a spectator at a football game with a ludicrously large flag. Jorth tried hard to ignore it, but with a sigh realised that the darn thing would bug her forever if she left it there. Jorth was loath to frog all of her hard work, but she knew that if she was to be free of the flaw then she would need to rip.

So rip back she did, and then cut out the flawed section of yarn, wove in her ends and recommenced knitting. And now she was finished, and the collar looked perfect. Jorth was very pleased with her knitting maturity - once upon a time, when she was younger and rushed things more she would have left it there, but now she knew that if a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing properly - even if ripping is involved.

Jorth put the completed piece into her knitting bag and beamed. A celebration of some sort of definitely in order. Perhaps a cup of tea and a rock cake? Nah, she'd already eaten far too many of those. It was too early for a glass of champas - plus it was a school night. Suddenly, inspiration struck. She rushed to her yarn stash, and pulled out a bag of Rowan Summer Tweed she had been saving (half price on eBay - hoorah!). Grabbing her 4.5mm needles she cast on 17 stitches of the gorgeous silk/cotton blend, and began merrily to knit Harmony from Nectar by Kim Hargreaves.

(Bwahahah! What can I say - I really know how to party!)

Harmony Begun


  1. Oooh, my kind of party!

    (I am halfway there on the way to maturity. Sometimes, I wade on, knowing that the result will suck but I just can't stop myself. Other times, I take the time and care to re-do it properly. Maybe by the time I am 50, I will be mature)

  2. ... like you do...


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