Sunday, March 28, 2010
I’ve been up to the eyeballs in proposal writing for the Mr. Every time I sit at the computer I am overwhelmed by the need to nap, or the need to knit, or both. Suse is responsible for the knitted bee in the bonnet. We’ve been up to some swappery and her beautiful, bee-autiful, hand-dyed, handspun ‘Bruise’ yarn has been inflicting it’s own temptation torture since Wednesday.
Stolen proposal-writing moments were spent buzzing madly around Ravelry searching out pattern inspiration. With a proposal break scheduled for Friday night, things were getting silly: too many potentials, too little precious time and a definitive need to start NOW.
The Wurm is a pattern by Katushika that has been waiting in the wings (ever since Kirsten’s version) and even though I knew it was all wrong wrong wrong, there was no stopping the knit knit knit.
Friday night I doubtfully began and decisively frogged the Wurm twice.
Then began again when I realised a Saturday family birthday gathering would ensure a good few hours of knitty therapy.*
Post party, I’m knit therapised and there’s a completed hat. It didn’t work, just as I knew it wouldn’t. Of course the Wurm pattern requires a solid colour so that you can see the, well, wurmy bits created by the purl and knit rows. Of course the Wurm requires a lighter weight yarn for a bit of drape factor.
Neither Reluctant Hat Model (moi)...
...nor, Resident Hat Model...
...shall be laying claim. Cos, here’s what happened to the hat:
The beautiful ‘Bruise’ is now wound back into a ball, located slightly to my left, calling to me in a tiny voice. Which shall become something akin to deafening, the moment I get back to that damnation proposal.
* Excellently, the extended family do not seem to consider knitting-at-parties rude. Only weird, or eccentric. Which is also sort of expected.