Thursday, September 30, 2004

Did someone else's description of what knitting a pattern was like ever make you want to do it?

I mean, I liked the LOOK of Clapotis, but was kind of "meh" about the dropped-stitch part of it.

Then I read Moth Heaven's description of what knitting it was like.

Must. Knit. Clapotis. I don't get enough hockey-game-fist-pumping, hair-tie-dying, drippy-pancake-ladle-on-the-counter moments in my life these days.

And even better: I have yarn in the stash (it's DK but I think it should work; again, I consider gauge on shawls and scarves a rule that can sometimes be bent or broken). It's a variegated in deep blues and greens* that has been crying out to become something since I unceremoniously dumped it from being The Yarn for the Landscape Shawl (which yes, is also in the queue. I fully intend to, many many years in the future, leave an heirloom shawl to each living female relative).

One aside - what DOES the name mean? I'm assuming it's some kind of a place-name; I more or less speak French and it doesn't mean anything to me.

*An observation: nearly all the scarves I have ever knit are blue or green or some combination thereof. I do not know the meaning of this. I do know that I'm prone to respiratory (particularly throat; I have many days when I can't clear my throat or I have sore throats) problems, and green is considered by some to be a "healing" color.

And you know, to consider the way The Lady At Moth Heaven (I'm sorry, I just stumbled on her blog the other day, and it's fun, but I don't know her proper name) described it, it would be fun for other bloggers to talk about their projects in a similar way.

For me, knitting on the Hiawatha shawl is like listening to Dvorak. Or it's like going on a night-hike. Or it's like reading about quantum mechanics - I don't understand exactly what's going on at first, or I don't see evrything, and I'm content to be a bit baffled and just follow along, and then suddenly, plink, something makes sense, something falls into place. Or it's like going through a fat novel by Trollope, having to keep all the characters straight, but being rewarded on page 219 when there's a very funny moment at a garden party or in a drawing room. It's like reading research papers that are well-written and easily understood and that have information that explains what I already know or had been wondering about.

It's rather cerebral, I guess is what I'm trying to say, but it's also very rewarding.

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