How do you choose a knitting pattern? Do you obsess over the latest pattern until you find one just right? Spend time on Ravelry looking for "the" pattern? Do you go back to the same style over and over again? Or are you adventurous and try new things? Me? I can't put my finger on it. I love reading knitting magazines and pattern books, yet I knit about 5% of the things that I dog-ear. I spend lots of time on Ravelry and queue up patterns galore, but most of those never make it to the needles. And I am about as adventurous as they come where knitting is concerned . . . but going back to the same style over and over again? Large rectangular shaped knitting, I am your bitch.
If the date is correct in our Ravelry project section (and I have no reason to distrust it), I technically finished the Lady Eleanor Stole in less than a year. I say "technically" because I bought the yarn about two years before I cast on for the project. Shoot me . . . I was envious of Lola's Lady E and asked Mom for the same present for my birthday: a gift certificate to purchase the yarn at a huge discount. But still it sat in my yarn cabinet for almost two years just waiting to cast on for this project. Can you imagine? Twelve balls of Noro Silk Garden sitting idle . . . who does that? Apparently I do.
In August of 2008, I cast on for the stole for a class I was teaching. I knit and I knit and I knit and I got really, really bored. It was, after all, a very large rectangle, so I sat it aside in favor of other sweaters, socks, afghans, and probably the spare large rectangle (creature of habit that I am). And then three weeks ago, MaryAnn casually asked how my stole was going. "Oh, it's kind of stalled, but I have been thinking about it," I reply. What was said next, completely took my breath away (and not in the "Hello, I'm Clive Owen, and I appear to be standing in your kitchen in my knickers ready to make coffee for you" sort of way). "I just love entrelac. You know, I could finish it for you if you want," says MaryAnn. Speechless . . . simply speechless . . . and it takes a lot to shut me up. It was the gauntlet being thrown: finish your own knitting or someone might willingly do it for you.
For three weeks, nothing else mattered. I ignored the pain in my left hand; I figured out how to pick up stitches backward; I entertained knitting advice from the Flyer. I was a woman possessed. Finish my knitting for me? Who does that? Apparently a good friend will, or she provides the fire that needs to be lit under your ass to get you motivated. I could say that MaryAnn knew that I would muster up the strength and finish the stole and that's why she said it. But truth be told . . . she really, really likes entrelac. Hell, the woman knit two Lady Eleanors (before I finished mine) and has knit countless purses using the technique. So I guess you could say, I really owe you one, MaryAnn. Hopefully you can provide that same enthusiasm for the current large rectangle that has been languishing on the needles: the Melon Shawl. After all, you're casting on this Tuesday evening - in the most gorgeous shade of gray that I've ever seen, by the way - and I have about twenty some repeats done on mine already. I'm sure you'll be asking if I want you to finish mine in about three months.
Enjoy the weekend! I have a dinner with moms I have known since our children were in kindergarten tonight, a sock class and Crab Feast tomorrow, and a wine festival on Sunday. Considering our weekends are usually pretty dull, this one might be a bit of fun.