Wednesday, October 13, 2010
It is with great shame that I fess up to being a bad sister/bad auntie/ad hoc crafter. The ad hoc revelation thing will not prompt shocked, the world-is-ending, bewilderment.
With all the recent inlaw catering, my sister has patiently awaited the presentation of casseroles or lasagnes or some such homecooked goodness. Meanwhile her newest addition to the family, remains entirely bereft of handknittedness. If I don’t deliver this affair now, the kid will be sweltering in forty degree summer.
The pattern is from this book, knit with squidgy soft, Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran – only then with an on-a-whim, retrofitted, sort-of-cross-stitched ‘H’ (for baby ‘Hudson’).
My thanks to Tam for the inspired kick to the (baby-gifting) shins. My thanks to Lauren for the nudge to the casserole guilt.
As I was ad hoc-ing the ‘H’ in place, using some stash yarn scraplet, I realised I had entirely neglected to blog my Ishbel experience. I’d hate you to think I never finish anything. You didn’t think that, did you?
May I present an unhelpful, close-up photo of Ishbel One:
Entirely completed but with oh, so many mistakes, you can barely make out the intended pattern. Three quarters through, I realised all the horribly wrong. Yet I couldn’t stretch my knit wide enough on the needles to pick up my mistakes. The biggest mistake was the blind assumption that I am a ‘reader’ of patterns.
Not to be beaten, may I present Ishbel Two in yet more unhelpful, close up style:
And then doing an interpretation of a curtain:
It turns out I am a Chart Reading Type. Turns out when I knit with a chart I can read the pattern. Amazing.
In case you’re entirely in the dark about what an Ishbel should look like, due to my entirely unhelpful file photography, then go and see Suse. Suse knows how to show you an Ishbel. Not only that, Suse knows how to wear a shawl. That, I’m still working on.