it was fun taking the instructions for knitting and try to pare it down into one panel. “go ‘yo’” was my favorite.
Although someone wrote me, I forgot who, who tried to do the stitch according to my instructions and it came out looking like a triangular crepe.
Got me by the short hairs, I was totally lost on this one, you could have been saying “erskie-derskie, un der cakie fur der piggy bride” and it would have been the same to me. I don’t knit, as you gather.
Now, my maternal grandmother (mamaw) could KNIT. Before she quit the weed, she could knit, smoke and drink coffee at the same time, then reach out and whack my knuckles for trying to sneak a handful of cookies instead of one while I thought her hands were occupied, and she never missed or dropped or furlonged (or whatever you call it) a stitch. Seems she could start in the morning, cook breakfast, clean up after, cook lunch and supper, and clean up, wash clothes in her wringer washer, hang them to dry, iron them, fold and hang and put them away, and still have enough time to knit a couple of cable-knit sweaters. Sometimes I thought I saw sparks fly from the needles. She was FAST.
The strangest thing was, she always got our sizes right for mittens, gloves and sweaters, just by looking at us. She never used a pattern and never measured us. And we were fast-growing kids of three different ages.
I’d hate to guess what papaw paid to keep her in yarn for a year.
Mom never knitted, strangely, but she was a crochet wizard. Instead of needles she used the hooks, and got her speed from her mom.
Me, I can tie rope knots, especially the Ranger knots, but that’s about all I got DNA-wise from them. I can’t tie fishing flies or anything.
A triangle crepe. Cool, I like that. I thought it made an extra appendage for Vachel, but then, I was just winging it with those instructions.
It went triangular because he said to bind off the yo as well, so the net result (heh) was a decrease.