Tuesday - April 25, 2006
Not really albatross feathers (but it might as well be)
Another unbloggable thing has happened, and it
looks like it turned out rather well.
I should explain about the albatross yarn.
Back in the Summer of Ought-Three, I really wanted to knit a particular cardigan that I'd seen in the Patternworks catalog. (I've had a hard time finding a picture of it online, except in this blog entry. Hmm. Maybe everyone else realized?)
I got some money that was not associated with the happiest of memories, and it was just about the perfect amount to buy the pattern and yarn, so I did. I thought I'd turn the less than pleasant memory into something nice.
I got the yarn and dutifully worked on it. Then, in early June of 2004, I realized I'd made a mistake way, way back. I ripped it all out, and realized that the pattern is made for someone rather more serpentine in form than I am. I stuck the yarn into my stash to marinate.
I pulled it out recently, planning to make another start on it and make a sweater for this summer. It was all in its sealed plastic bag, and when I looked at it through the plastic, I saw the shed of a moth and the dead body of another moth. I tossed it in the freezer, and started thinking of it as the yarny albatross around my neck. (And, by the way, I bet the sweater would look smashing on old Life-in-Death.) I posted then about it as the yarn spun from the feathers of an albatross, and pulled it out of the freezer and put it back in for a second round.
What should I do with this? It's definitely got bad pudu. I don't really want to use it, but it cost enough I feel bad throwing it out. The moths (even though I've done the two freezing cycles) leave me unsure about its future prospects.
So, I pulled out some more well-aged yarn on Friday and cast on for Chaise. I had to go down a needle size, but it seems to be spot on so far.
I should explain about the albatross yarn.
Back in the Summer of Ought-Three, I really wanted to knit a particular cardigan that I'd seen in the Patternworks catalog. (I've had a hard time finding a picture of it online, except in this blog entry. Hmm. Maybe everyone else realized?)
I got some money that was not associated with the happiest of memories, and it was just about the perfect amount to buy the pattern and yarn, so I did. I thought I'd turn the less than pleasant memory into something nice.
I got the yarn and dutifully worked on it. Then, in early June of 2004, I realized I'd made a mistake way, way back. I ripped it all out, and realized that the pattern is made for someone rather more serpentine in form than I am. I stuck the yarn into my stash to marinate.
I pulled it out recently, planning to make another start on it and make a sweater for this summer. It was all in its sealed plastic bag, and when I looked at it through the plastic, I saw the shed of a moth and the dead body of another moth. I tossed it in the freezer, and started thinking of it as the yarny albatross around my neck. (And, by the way, I bet the sweater would look smashing on old Life-in-Death.) I posted then about it as the yarn spun from the feathers of an albatross, and pulled it out of the freezer and put it back in for a second round.
What should I do with this? It's definitely got bad pudu. I don't really want to use it, but it cost enough I feel bad throwing it out. The moths (even though I've done the two freezing cycles) leave me unsure about its future prospects.
So, I pulled out some more well-aged yarn on Friday and cast on for Chaise. I had to go down a needle size, but it seems to be spot on so far.