Not a minute too soon, autumn weather has reached us, with cool, crisp nights and bright blue skies. The approach
of cooler weather has had its usual rejuvenating effect on my languishing knitterly mojo. In the past week, two socks
have had their toes Kitchenered and their mates cast on.
Yes, two. For me, having multiple socks on needles, in different colors and patterns, is a marvelous deterrent
to the dreaded Second Sock Syndrome. When I get bored with one color or pattern, the other is a refreshing change.
Mama-E's "SeaSick" colorway is working up delightfully in the "Waterfall Rib" pattern from Sensational Knitted Socks,
and some bright red and yellow self-striping Meilenweit nearly glows in the dark in basic stockinette.
On the lace front, the JoJoLand Harmony is knitting up beautifully in the "Kiri" pattern. This yarn's color runs
are very long, and each merges almost imperceptibly into the next. The overall effect is of a muted, misty rainbow.
I've just begun the fourteenth (and final) pattern repeat, which will be followed by twelve rows of edging. It looks
as if there will be some yarn left over, as this small ball seems to be endless.
Once again, the arrival of cooler temperatures has triggered the impulse to plan out the winter's knitting projects.
You'd think I'd learn from past experience that this is an exercise in futility, as my mind changes faster than the turning
leaves. However, what's tentatively crept onto this winter's agenda includes the "Celtic Icon" sweater from Inspired
Cable Knits, several pair of socks, the Granny Weatherwax shawl mentioned in an earlier post, and a surprise for a dear
friend (which will not be discussed in detail until it's finished and delivered). Of course, I'm expecting that list
to change as new patterns and yarns come into view and clamor for attention, but it'll do for starters.
I've gone and started thinking again.
Those who know me well are already ducking for cover, as firing up my one lonely brain cell can often
lead to industrial-grade weirdness. Relax, folks, this time it shouldn't be that peculiar.
My buddy Mmario once mentioned that he was pondering the design of a shawl inspired by Terry Pratchett's "Discworld"
series of novels. In the wee hours of this morning, as I reposed myself in the "smallest room," the following
thought meandered through the murky depths of my alleged mind: "What kind of shawl would Granny Weatherwax wear?"
This led to an extended period of musing on the character of one Esmeralda Weatherwax, witch of Lancre.
The way Pratchett has written the character, some features of a Granny Weatherwax shawl are easy to determine.
Because she's a very down-to-earth, practical person, the shawl is more likely to be practical, which means a medium-weight
yarn in a dark color such as black, navy, or gray. It's not likely that she'd favor anything lacy or ruffled, though
a subtle texture pattern might gain her approval. It'd be large, so she could wrap it around herself easily for those
late-night trips out to the privy in midwinter.
Ponderings of this nature at three-thirty in the morning are not at all conducive to getting back to sleep, regardless
of the need to pretend to be coherent in the office. Sigh. Resisting the urge to drag out all the Barbara
Walker stitch treasuries wasn't easy, and for the rest of the night my dreams were, well, peculiar to say the least.
The notion of a Granny Weatherwax shawl continues to fester in the dark corners of the back of my mind. It might
end up being done in the Faroese style, or possibly a garter-stitch "hap" type shawl. It'll defiinitely be wool
for warmth. In the immortal words of Indiana Jones, "I'm making it up as I go along."
Moving on to something that pleases me greatly: I've received confirmation that I'll be attending the Knitter's Review
Retreat come November. Just think, a whole weekend devoted to knitting and trading stories with other knitters!
What's even better - there will be no house cleaning, no cooking, no cleaning up involved, just the joys of associating with
knitters. There's a possibility that my accomplice and I will even manage to make a side trip to Webs, which is only
an hour's drive away from the retreat site. I smell budgetary danger on the horizon, yes I do, I do! Stash enhancement,
here we come! (Not that I need any more yarn, but I'm weak under the influence of wool fumes.)
The temperatures have moderated, so it's time to dig out all the winter woolies and prepare for winter. Some of
the trees are showing the first few colors of autumn, and flights of geese have been sighted heading southward. Makes
me smile, it does.