It’s Lizzie’s birthday today, Rachel and Ed’s youngest child. When I was young, a baby born on the last day of the tax year (which this is) was a great blessing, as the parents were able to claim it as a tax-deductible dependent for the entire year. Alas, that privilege was withdrawn even before Lizzie was born, but we love her anyway.
I hadn’t intended to give the impression that brioche stitch is in any way difficult. It’s perfectly easy, for the hands. It’s just that I am trying to figure out what the yarn actually does – that’s trickier.
EZ has a hat in KWT in “prime rib” or brioche stitch. She makes it sound as if she approaches it with some caution. She also says, pace Marchant, that brioche stitch and fisherman’s rib are not the same. Both writers could be right – maybe the yarn traces the same course in both cases, but the methods of doing it (knitting below; or slipping a stitch wyif, passing the yarn over it, and knitting the two together in the next row) may produce a different effect.
I’ve never tried all that fancy stuff in the books, where the brioche ribs swirl about and even cross over each other. Maybe one day.
At any rate, my iPad was persuaded to give up its treasures due to the intervention of a kind friend, and here’s where we were a day or two ago:
I realize with something of a start, that I’m going to have to decide what I’m doing. The pattern I am vaguely following is for a man. It has a placket front and saddle shoulders. Do I want that? If not, what do I want? I love the fabric I’m producing – but decisions must be made.
Thank you for the introduction to Nathan Taylor, Anonymous. (Comment yesterday) I don’t think I’ve heard of him, although obviously I should have since he published a shawl pattern in VK recently. And he was at the EYF! What a lot of famous knitters I missed!
I had feared that the organisers might be overcome with the sheer exhaustion of it all, and might be planning to spend the next few years in recovery on a remote Hebridean island, but no! There is to be an EYF in 2017 and the dates are fixed. Now all we need is Franklin.
A neighbour here in Drummond Place has Strathardle associations, and a little house of her own somewhere in the vicinity. She has offered to drive me up on Monday, when she has to meet some builders. I don’t think I was there at all in 2015. Is that possible? That dear place is so much in my thoughts that it feels as if I am constantly there.
But this time last year, I was in Athens. And not long after that, my husband’s hospital ordeals began.