Maybe I’m spending too much time on the knitting these days, but I feel like my armwarmers are trying to communicate with me.
Fraternal twins, these Hyacinthus Armwarmers. The second one, on the right, gave me some drama when the two balls of yarn both headed into light blue. Must . . . knit . . . through the fog . . . I knew if I just motored along, it would resolve itself somehow. I like the vagueness of that area. I mean: it’s an armwarmer, not the Bayeux Tapestry, though it’s clear enough that a few helical stripes would have perked up that ratty old thing.
Kidding! I love the Bayeux Tapestry!
It has been good fun to watch everybody’s Zauberballs turn into helical stripes. The unstinting drama of it all! We’re just a week into A Year of Techniques, and already the merging, converging, and diverging of color is hypnotic to see, over at Instagram #AYearofTechniques and the Hyacinthus Armwarmers project page on Ravelry.
(Thanks to everyone who’s ordered up their own Zauberball. MDK ecommerce maven Liz and aide de yarn Paiden have used all their zauber to get these balls to their forever homes, a heroic effort!)
I’m not a big modeler of handknits, but I did want to memorialize these little flipperflappers in action, because they look so deflated when they’re lying on a table waving at ya, and so stinkin’ cute when they’re warming the arms of a person.
Here they are performing their highest, best use: cat grabbers.
This experience with helical stripes has left me with a powerful urge to make something else with helical stripes. I want to make a sweater with narrow stripes. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about this!
PS I keep meaning to say that I am still sailing aboard the Pequod, with the Moby-Dick Big Read that we began back in the fall. After being becalmed for a while, I’m back at it and at Chapter 57, “Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth.” How very odd this book must have seemed back in 1851. I continue to be amazed at how loose it all is: some scenes written as if a play, followed chapters about whales rendered in art, then all of a sudden a spectacular tale of a mutiny wedged into the story. Melville would have been an excellent blogger—he just lets it rip. Benedict Cumberbatch’s narration is next, a chapter called “Brit.”