Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I fought the yarn and the...yarn won.
I will not admit defeat, certainly not at the hands of...well, my own hands.
New tactic. Switch to bigger knitting needles. Size 12mm actually, about the size of fence posts. My rationale for doing so is simple. Genius, actually.
One, it will knit up much quicker.
Two, I don't need my reading glasses to see it.
Three, it looks lacy and kind of rustic, which works due to the nature of this particular wool. I mean, it's near impossible to get uniform rows because this Leicester wool is spun to a thin bit of string here and a fat slub there (here a slub, there a slub, everywhere a slub slub) so why not go for a deliberately uneven look. It's like the new hairstyles we're seeing out of Hollywood - they're not messy, they're "tousled". My scarf is the new tousled.
Well, several rows have knit up quicker than the extra pounds on my hips after Christmas, so I'm pretty happy about that.
Never give up, never surrender!
What do you think? I'm kind of digging it.