Last night I knitted more of the Liquorish Allsorts jumper. It was the first time I’d worked on it in a week. I reached the big white stripe and felt virtuous. It’s been too hot to work with wool this warm, and those socks kept distracting me. And the knitters loom.
This afternoon I finished for the day early, so I wound up the blue thick yarn into balls, then carefully unwound it as I set the loom up. It went through the reed okay. There was just enough of it to make a piece of fabric the size of a mat, or perhaps a bag. Then I tried to weave.
No go. The thick yarn wouldn’t slide past itself and just stayed stuck together, so I couldn’t pass the shuttle through it. Lesson learned, I cut it off the loom and threw it away. (It was only leftovers from a batch I got an an op shop, so no great sacrifice. I wasn’t going to do this experiment with expensive wool!)
Now I’m considering the other project I mentioned two posts ago. A while back I knitted this:
It’s a self-fringing shawl. (Actually, it’s a shawl, blanket and poncho all in one. There’s a section in the middle that can be unbuttoned so it can be worn as a poncho.) You cast on lots of stitches, then knit two rows of each yarn, cutting the yarn at the end of each row and knotting the ends together to make a fringe. A great stashbuster project… and like a lot of stashbusting projects, one I ended up buying yarn for.
(My cat really likes this shawl, even though a lot of the yarns in it are acrylic. He’s no yarn snob, I’m afraid.)
Since knitting the shawl I’ve been collecting up red yarns (and a bit of green, as a bit of complimentary colour always livens things up) to do something similar with.
Trouble is, I’ve done the self-fringing shawl. I’ve done magic ball knitting. I’ve tried freeform (when I proudly displayed my efforts, my man said it looked like a splash of vomit… and though I protested I found myself eyeing the piece and silently agreeing). I was considering knitting a 40 cm wide length of garter stitch, with varying stripes of the different yarns. I would cut it into pieces when I had knit all of the yarn and knew the length, and sew the strips into a blanket.
Why knit, when I can weave?!
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t be asking that in a knitting blog. But endless garter stitch doesn’t get me excited, and I have other, more interesting knitting projects to do. Like Dad’s jumper. And the pair of the lace anklet sock. And Tubey is waiting in the wings. Tuuuuubeeeeey.