Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Ah, the phenomenon that is ‘blocking’. Not that I have anything more than a passing knowledge of the process involving a somewhat scrunchy Lace Ribbon Scarf having a nice little lay back and relax in a tepid bath, followed by a slow stretched-into-shape dry, while extensively pinned to big towels. Anything I know about blocking involves hearsay and cobbled togetherness. Should I have used blocking wires or some such?
So lost was I in the joy of the knit (except for the times that involved the mumbled cursing tirades due to inexplicably disappeared stitches) that I overlooked that pre-blocked shot. Just think bunched-together-so-you-can-barely-see-the-pattern, not this sort of wafty-floaty, exactly-as-I-imagined, drapey loveliness. Er, if I don’t say so myself.
Knit using two balls of Eki Riva Supreme 4ply Alpaca, I’m declaring it the perfect autumny scarf (in our indian summer I was sweltering but not fainting nor heat exhausted and still theoretically capable of making dinner).
Something entirely unrelated. That bare bit of trellis behind me? There is an uninspired seven metres of that because some critter has a penchant for passionfruit leaves. I’ve drowned ear wigs in olive oil baths, talked nicely to the possums in the shed, pep-talked the passionfruit during spicy paprika application. All to no avail. Six denuded vines have karked over the last two years. I am a broken, non-green-thumbed soul peering out a window at desolation.
Wearing a wafty floaty scarf.
PS. Free wafty floaty scarf pattern here.