A little self-knowledge is a valuable thing and I have come to the conclusion that I am not one of life’s natural knitters. Would that I were. Oh to effortlessly slip from my needles exquisite lace shawls, historically accurate river ganseys and drawers and drawers of colourful, fine-gauged socks.
I have tried to improve my knitterliness. I attended a day-course where I was, by a few hundred yarny yards, the slowest wielder of the twin pins of doom. As far as I am concerned the final dropped stitch in the very fabric of my non-knitterness came this week. I had the urge to create a scarf from these luxurious, rainbow-hued mini skeins.
I took up some needles and
Lumpy, mis-shapen and what do I know about designing a scarf for multi-coloured mini-skeins? Yet, when I pick up a hook
The first (parquet) stitch-y experiment is a success.
Warming to the theme that it is not just knit necklines that are my nemesis, I present the following:
Don’t even get me started on this attempt to merge crochet and knit and socks:
Holey heel-y moley! Heel-y holey moley?
In conclusion, whilst I continue to aspire to knitting proficiency, I fear knitterly excellence might always elude.
By the bye, would you Adam and Eve it, I’ve snuck in another #VintagePledge. The pattern that I used for my excellent hat appears in my 1981 printing of A Complete Guide to Crochet and it’s brilliant!