I haven’t posted my knitting for a while… for some time there was none, too busy over-living life and sending myself rocketing towards what my brother Chris suggests we now refer to as the ‘NervyBeeDown’.
Sidebar: Chris, this makes me think something about bumblebee striped MC Hammer pants but it’s unresolved.
Then I was too weird to post so now I shall record backwards – only photos and briefest of descriptions after this I promise – no pfaffing about. I have to make a record because I give most of it away.
If you hate this then just don’t read on when you see the word KNIT.
My friend Pip of bits of a broken something picked me up some lovely vintage plastic needles in their original paper wraps from Glenorchy market. Lovely colours, just lovely. Having just completed slippers for Matt, I picked up the green DPNs and sat down to make something for me – something quick and hopefully simple – tubular neck warmer. Like a scarf but doesn’t fall off – an independant turtleneck.
I rocketed along in feather and fan stich which was much easier and jollier than I had anticipated but had trouble casting off because I couldn’t get it stretchy enough to pull over my (trust me on this) unfeasably large coconut. Web research, web research and 4 cast off attempts later we have the suitably ruffly * K1, YO, Slip K1 over YO, K1, Slip YO over K1* and repeat between the *s.
It does double duty to protect your identity should you choose to do a burg in Elizabethan times but perhaps you would also need a fellow crim to throw a cape over any puddles as you make good your escape.
OK this is officially too long for a post about knitting. The end.
Except for thanks Pip – love ’em.