Oh my WORD. All this time to knit, all this staying home and quiet, and here’s me with zero-point-zero attention span.
I pick up the project. I put down the project for five seconds. I lose a) the needle; b) the pattern; c) the project; d) that other project.
Remember how I blasted through 37 repeats of a colorful stranded dot pattern by Kaffe Fassett? Five feet of charted dots, 254 stitches per row, like it was nothing? I was knitting on that thing in a box, with a fox, in a house, with a mouse, and in literal planes, trains, and automobiles. I needle-felted the steek in a team meeting on the phone. I was unstoppable.
The border, in simple garter stitch, on the comfort of my own sofa, took me three weeks. THREE WEEKS ANN.
But it is done.
Pair of rocking chairs for scale.
And it is magnificent.
Yes, that’s 20 feet of applied i-cord.
It is soaking in its Soak bath as we speak. (My last li’l pouch of Soak, Ann! SOS! Send Our Soak!)
In the MDK Shop
While I’m letting the fields of my knitting ambition lie fallow so they can regenerate, I’ve been knitting dishcloths. Just dishcloths. One Ballband Dishcloth after the other, in Kelley Dew’s extra crispy, fun-size recipe: 33 stitches, 9 rows of bricks, bind off, cast on, repeat.
Here’s my batch of almost-6. They make me happy for some reason. Just by being so goshdarn clean and bright. A little ray of sunshine and order in this disordered world.
I’ve noticed a fair bit of dishcloth knitting on Instagram. It feels like it’s in the water (ha ha), this inability to focus on bigger items. I’m going to keep knitting dishcloths, and let my natural knitting ambition return on its own.
It always returns. I feel like tomorrow’s launch of Field Guide No. 14 is going to get me back in gear, with a vengeance.
Meanwhile, I’d love some company in my batch knitting journey. Just tag me on Instagram and I’ll be sure to post a supportive heart.