So -- that's one day of Lent down. The rest should be easy enough.
Helen has been given a grant by Creative Scotland to go to a mosaic-orientated conference in Chicago at the end of the summer. I think it has to do with mosaics as public art, mosaics for the community, but now I must find out exactly.
I must be about two-thirds of the way across the Kitchener’d seam that binds the final edge of the centre of Mrs Hunter’s shawl to the bottom of the fourth border piece. It’s looking good, although garter stitch grafting doesn’t have quite that magic quality of st st, where you can see a row of knit stitches emerging from your needle.
I think what those garter-stitch-grafting instructions mean, is that for the lower needle, having knit the previous row, you turn the needle as if to knit the next one; whereas for the top needle, having knit the previous row, you don’t turn. But I’m not exactly prepared to maintain that thesis in a court of law. I’m not even absolutely sure that I’m doing it right, but it looks neat and feels flexible.
I’m sure you’re right, Chloe, (comment yesterday) that people make themselves unnecessarily anxious about grafting. It doesn’t help that the first couple of stitches can be loose and awkward, before you see the magic happening.
I remember – this isn’t entirely relevant – the first time I knit a pair of socks. They were for my father, and I was probably 14 or 15. I had got the idea, from casual references in books, that turning a heel was about the most difficult thing you could do in knitting. I can still remember my surprise when I did the first one. I just followed the instructions, and there was a heel.
The shawl seemed rather wee, when I finally laid the two to-be-grafted edges together and shook out the whole. Blocking will help, of course. I wasn’t absolutely sure, until that moment, that I hadn’t, after all, twisted the stitches around the needle when I reached the centre and finally joined them into a circle. But that’s all right.