I was raised by the Twisted Seniors, parents so virtuous that they always completed the paperwork-of-duty before permitting themselves to indulge in the biscuits-of-liberty, even when nobody was watching. (EDITED TO ADD: But see their response in the comments thread below. 🙂 ) Their lawn is tidy and their cutlery is arranged alphabetically*. Correspondence is dealt with in a timely manner. They are really very good at adulting; experts, in fact. To my knowledge, they have never once incurred a parking fine or been told off for dressing scruffily at work, both of which have happened to me. (To defend myself just a little, the boss doing the sartorial telling-off had been a professional model before she became a neuropsychologist, so her views on fashion and style were a tad more sophisticated than my own. That said, she was occasionally seen in a turquoise leather mini-skirt, so I’d like to stand up for my Doc Martens and ancient frayed skirts just a tiny bit. I can’t defend the parking tickets, though. Not any of them.)
But my parents laboured under the illusion that one day, I’d grow up and be an adult, just like them. I’m afraid that they were to be disappointed. In this case, the apple hasn’t just fallen far from the tree; it’s rolled under a hedge, crossed four lanes of traffic, negotiated a housing estate, and ended up in an entirely different county – one where people aren’t quite so good at adulting. One where houses are chaotic, bins are put out on the wrong day, and post isn’t necessarily opened in the same month in which it was received.
So is there a crochet/knitting-related point to this fable of filial failure? Well yes there is, as it so happens, and it relates to the Winter Braid hat and gloves I’ve been knitting with Yarnstories yarn.
The point is that a proper grown-up would, on finishing the knitting of these lovely items, dutifully wash and block them and then wait for some semi-decent light before attempting to photograph them. After all, they’re cabled, and so stitch definition is all. That’s what a proper grown-up would do. That’s what the Twisted Seniors would’ve done.
You can tell where this blog post is going, can’t you?
I finished the knitting. I leapt round the house squealing, thus frightening the neighbours, and I grabbed the camera and started snapping away, without the slightest consideration for blocking. Sorry. My stitch definition is not what it will be once these blighters are washed’n’blocked. But looooook!
The pattern, in case you’re thinking of knitting it, is an easy one for anyone who’s cabled before. My only gripe was that increases in the hat were in the form of m1, rather than kfb, which resulted in some rather unsightly holes. I assume that I’ve misunderstood something here, and missed some vital hole-avoiding point. EDITED TO ADD: See lovely helpful advice in comments thread below. I love knitters. 🙂
Would you like to see more of the yarn? As I’ve said before, I was sent this Yarnstories aran-weight as a free gift, though there was no condition whatsoever that I knit it or post about it or even mention it. Look!
The merino and baby alpaca is most definitely soft, and warm, and feels exceptionally gentle and hug-like on the skin. The twist isn’t as tight as some, so if you favour your yarn tightly-twisted and meaty, this might not be your favourite. But it makes for a gentle, light, yarn that is warm as toast.
Frankly, it was a joy to knit with, and now it’s a comfort to wear. And the ultimate compliment: the Toddler Twinnage have requested that I make mini versions for them.
* Not really: they’re organised, not odd.
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