Do not be alarmed. You are at the right blog. The banner has been retired and I am redecorating a little bit. See yesterday's post for more details. Best man Dave Daniels is on the job, so anybody who wants to challenge him to a banner-off will have to get up pretty early in the morning, I'd say. I told him there'd be somethin' special in it for him, but then I remembered his flag doesn't fly that way. Oh, yes. I am that bad. But the contest IS still on! We may even have readers vote on the best one (over which I of course will have veto power, this being my blog and all, ya know...) Banner on, people! I'll sweeten the spinning pot with some special fibers to go with the spindle. Designers, start your engines!
So, yeah, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I am not so much a lace person. I am not drawn to drool the way other knitters seem to be at the lace shawls, and particularly not the triangular ones. I love my Flower Basket "Shawl," which is really just a scarf, but I'm not tempted to make another lace shawl. Maybe another lace scarf or two or three, but that's it.
But I see something like this, and THIS speaks to me. This looks like something I could incorporate into my wardrobe. And every single thing Jared knits makes me want to KNIT. He has the taste and sensibilities that are the closest to mine on the entire 'net, I think -- and the courage, like the Mason-Dixon gals, to knit garter stitch without fear of being thought a knitting cretin. (although scrolling down reveals that Jared has recently been knitting -- LACE! Damn. So much for my theory. Well, still. I admire and covet everything he knits. And honestly I would not kick a lace shawl out of bed if someone were to knit one for me. I'm just not so interested in knitting one.)
So it's like being hit in the head with a (padded) crowbar. Suddenly it clicks again, because I've realized this before and keep forgetting it.
Let us review, shall we?
I love tweed.
I love simple.
I love elegant.
I love shapely, but not outlandishly so.
I love garter and moss and stockinette.
I like cables, but not if they are overdone or fattening or boxy or fussy or make my shoulders or arms look like those of a football player. Which brings us back to the word of the day: Simple.
These are the things that make my knitting world go 'round.
My advice to myself: Keep it simple, stupid, and stop feeling like you need to love to knit what everybody else loves to knit.
Oh, and while we're talking about this, I love the way a short-row heel looks. But it does not fit my heel well. I'll stick with the heel flap and gusset in future.
For example, this cute sock fits me -- in Pretend Fit, which coincidentally Ryan just wrote about the other day, and which is otherwise spelled D-E-N-I-A-L.
If I really tug at it and MAKE it fit, it will fit around my heel and be good enough for its photo op for the blog, and if I never said anything, you'd all be fooled and think it was a great sock, which it is. But the heel cup is too shallow to be pretty on the foot OR comfortable, and I think it'd be the kind of thing that would ride down when walking, annoying the hell right out of me. I sure hope the intended recipient of these has stubby heels.
I'm quite sure I've read somewhere (Priscilla Gibson-Roberts, maybe?) that there is a way of making a deeper short-row heel cup. Then why do all the patterns give it this way? Does everybody but me have short, stubby heels and ankles? Surely not.
Thank you for indulging me.
I've enjoyed this little chat with myself.