Gotta say, this is my speediest visit to Sleeve Island in a while. I’m coming down the home stretch on Deli’s second sleeve.
I’m not sure why these sleeves have zipped by so quickly. Usually, mind-numbingly boring stockinette takes forever. Maybe it’s the weather. The cabana boy on my Sleeve Island is wearing a raincoat and slogging through the pounding rain. Not so much fun, you know? Makes you want to knit fast and get off the island.
What’s up next for this sweater is the endless lace edging. I’ve been thinking all along that I would knit the lace directly on to the sweater, but I’m having a change of heart, and I plan now to do it according to the pattern: knit the edging separately and sew it on. Why?
The lace goes on the bottoms of the sleeves, and the bottom of the sweater, up one side front, around the neck, and down the other side front. So the ratio of one row of knitted lace to the edge of the sweater will change. You have a certain number for the stitch gauge (along the bottom edges and the back neck) and a different number for the row gauge (along the side fronts) so the ratio of rows of lace edging per edge stitches will change. And you know what? I am so not into figuring it out. This is, I think, a case of making things harder for myself. So I shall knit the frigging edging separately and sew it on. The end.
My Last Kitty Bed
Wasn’t that a poem by Robert Browning? No, that was My Last Duchess. Okay, here’s my version.
That’s my last kittybed standing on the form,
Looking as if it were felted. I call
That piece a wonder, now: my hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her?
For I feel as though she’s not near felted.
The size of that pictured countenance,
The depth and breadth of its earnest fuzziness,
But to myself it seems to be,
Still a mite too large.
And seemed as if it needed,
Another cycle in the hot water wash.
Okay, so I’m not a poet. I finished the kitty bed last Tuesday, and ran it through three cycles to felt it, then popped it on top of a large cylindrical object (in this particular case my Tupperware pie carrier with a beach towel wrapped around it).
On Friday I took it off its felting form and plopped it on the table to scrutinize it critically. It still seemed a tad large to me. I turned away for a moment, and when I turned back, this is what I saw.
Clearly, the expert pronounces it usable. But just out of spite, I ran it through another wash cycle.