Over the weekend I got email from a knitter who is also a knitting teacher, Sarah Peasley.
Sarah mentioned that different designers have you do different things with the weaving in of the ends of wool. She reminded me of the following:
In Ann Feitelson’s book The Art of Fair Isle Knitting, she suggests, when changing colors, break off the old color and knot the new color to the old with a square knot, leaving an end 1/4 inch to one inch long. She goes on to say that the strength of the square knot combined with the slight felting that occurs when the garment is washed makes this work and stand the test of time.
I remember hearing about this technique but had forgotten it again. I’ve never tried it because, like so many knitters, the idea of tying a knot in my knitting seems like heresy! But I also don’t like weaving in ends because of the slight added thickness it creates. And time I spend weaving is time that I’m not knitting!
Hmmmmmm . . .
In Oregon the colors change at least every second row, so I’m thinking the sleeves of this sweater will be a very good place to try out knotting instead of weaving! Aren’t you all excited?
Good Knitting Karma!
That’s what I must have, because look what I got in the mail:
What a nice surprise! This was sent to me by my blogbuddy Joe, of Simply Knit. This is the new Simply Knit Jamieson book that Joe has talked about in his blog. It’s a beautiful book, beautifully photographed, with beautiful designs. Did I use the word beautiful too many times there? My favorite design in it is “Stuffed Olive” and not just because I like martinis. By the way, I got a Patternworks catalog in the mail yesterday too, and this book and kits from this book were available there.
Thank you Joe!
And if that weren’t enough:
Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! I’m hyperventilating here. I got this in a trade with the lovely and generous Caroline. Thank you Caroline! I spent a fair amount of time drooling over this gem last night.
Yesterday on the train I was working on my sock. I looked down, and noticed how great it looked, lying against the scarf Emma made for me:
Don’t they look purty together?