The Gardening Sweater is finished except for blocking. I would hope to get that done today. The join between yoke and body needs to lie more smoothly – it’s as smooth as a mill pond in the photographs in EZ’s books.
The phoney seam was easy and fun to do. It looks nice, but is not at all conspicuous. Meg says it helps during blocking, avoiding any tendency towards torque. You can see the sweater trying to twist in the top picture above. She also remarks, and it’s true, that it comes as a surprise to see, when you have released that ladder, how much yarn goes into forming each stitch.
The sweater looks a good size. The yarn is sport weight and I wouldn’t want it any heavier. DK would have been a bit much for balmy
. The neck looks small, but it goes over my own head easily, and I have a notoriously large head. I'll stretch it a bit in the blocking, anyway. London
For the next couple of days I will wind skeins of sock yarn for the tee-shirt. That will take even longer than winding a sport-weight skein, obviously. I plan to relieve the chore from time to time with intervals of sock-knitting. I must re-learn the Fleegle-Strong heel.
The spam has reverted to normal dimensions thank goodness. I’ve told Blogger I want to moderate everything that attaches to a post more than a week old. Previously it was a fortnight. All except one fell into that category yesterday. The one was actually a Louis Vuitton, the classic among spammers. Blogger sent it to my mailbox like all the others, with no hint as to whether or not it had been caught by their own spam filter. So I had to go to the blog and look for it – that’s where the nuisance comes in. And of course it wasn’t there.
I was glad to hear of our shared fondness for Tom Lehrer, Meezermeowmy. It is 59 years – wow! – since I first encountered him, somewhere in the early months of 1954. I went with a group of Oberlin friends to a small theatre in NYC to hear him. I had not known his name before that evening. I can remember Tom Lehrer vividly, but the friends I was with, only through a glass darkly. Were George and Betty Finnegan of the party? I think maybe so. Betty was pregnant.