Monday, November 16, 2015

Looking Backward

          I just put the finishing touches on a Fair Isle cardigan, one I worked using vibrant hues of Jamieson's Shetland yarn.  I love the Fair Isle technique, not just because the patterns are aesthetically pleasing and interesting to knit, but also due to the fact that this style is evocative of a particular time and place, one discussed by author Sarah Laurensen in an article in Scottish Memories magazine.  She recounts how in the mid- to late- nineteenth century, “. . . Fair Isle knitwear became a sort of souvenir that epitomised rural Scotland.  Associations with the everyday life of fisherman fed in to romantic notions of Scottishness at the time, as well as a revival of all things Nordic” (100). To me, knitting Fair Isle, with this connection to a pre-industrial, and perhaps, mythical, past makes me feel tied to tradition and history.     

          Knitting the Foxglove sweater also evoked more current times, last July in particular, when my husband and I visited friends in the English countryside.  My gracious hosts made certain our week's itinerary included a visit to the nearby Oxford Yarn Shop, where the owner introduced me to some of Kate Davies's publications.  Davies is a designer whose work reflects her links to the Scottish Highlands, where she resides, and to its heritage of wool and knitwear production. While Davies often employs traditional styles, her engaging designs appear fresh and have a viable appeal to contemporary knitters.  

Kate Davies' blog provides instructions for finishing a steek in a way that's a little different from the other crocheted steeks I have seen in books and videos.  With her method, a neat covered seam is made in the the center and then is cut open.  

I actually like cutting steeks.  The experience is scary, but successfully executing the precise
process  fills me with a great sense of accomplishment.  

         Now that I’m done knitting my Fair Isle cardigan, I’ve moved on to another garment, one that perhaps does not reflect a tradition grounded in a particular location or time, but one that is certainly evocative of the past.  The Marianne sweater from the latest issue of Jane Austen Knits is next in my queue, and I have some lovely Fiberspates Vivacious yarn to use to complete it.  While Marianne Dashwood in Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility probably never wore anything of the kind, the lacy cardigan brings to mind romantic trysts on woodland paths, walks in the rain, and fireside recitations of romantic poetry.  This sweater should take me lots of places—at least in my mind.  Romantic Marianne eventually grew up and ceased her woolgathering (I love this word!). Maybe I will do the same one day.  

I found some inexpensive Celtic-looking buttons to use.  After showing a friend my finished garment, she told me about friends of hers who make and sell hand-crafted pewter buttons, many in Celtic designs.  I'll have to buy some for my next cable or Fair Isle project.  I checked out their website and saw that they also make knitting inspired jewelry!

I love this "Bunny Button" from The
Rams Horn.    

This is the artists' "Large Bold
Celtic Spiral" button.

Davies recommends trimming the crocheted steek edge.  I was afraid to do this but steeled myself and went ahead.  

The edges didn't fray.  

Davies shows a vintage sweater on her blog with a blanket stitch used to finish the steek edges.  I used this method.  I'd bought ribbon to cover the steek but it was polyester and didn't go with the organic feel of the sweater.  I need to find some 100% cotton grosgrain ribbon for my next project.  

Cited Source 

Laurenson, Sarah. "Fair Isle Knitting." Scottish Memories (2015): 100. MasterFILE  
Complete. Web. 12.  Nov. 2015.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

The Rule of Three

The Woodspurge

The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk'd on at the wind's will,—
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,—
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.

My eyes, wide open, had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few, out of the sun,
The woodspurge flower'd, three cups in one.

From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory:
One thing then learnt remains to me,—
The woodspurge has a cup of three.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Years ago, I had my students in a small advanced English class analyze this poem.  Except for one young man  (an avid reader who had grown up in the mountains without the distractions of television, computer, or cell phone), the group struggled with recognizing any of its symbolism, but the savvy student honed in on the “cup of three” and its possible Christian or natural symbolism.  Recently, too, I had my students read the medieval romance Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.  In this work, as in Rossetti’s, the number three is central:  three hunts by the lord of the castle, three attempts at the seduction of Gawain by a wily lady, and three blows to Gawain with an axe wielded by the giant green knight.   I have also been teaching my students something about writing speeches in preparation for upcoming presentations, and we’ve been noting the use of Aristotle’s “rule of three” (three things are powerful and are easy to remember).  An example of this rule can be seen in Marc Antony’s funeral speech in Julius Caesar, a speech which opens with the greeting, “Friends, Romans, countrymen.” Lately, too, in life (and in knitting), as in literature, I seem to keep stumbling upon this whole notion of the rule of three. 

I am working these three colors in the same row for several inches on Kate Davie's Foxglove sweater.  

I’m currently knitting Kate Davies’ Foxglove sweater using Jamieson’s Shetland yarns in such rich heathery purples and greens that, as I ply my needles, I feel as if I’m rambling through fields of Scottish heather and thistles. (I don’t let the fact that I’ve never actually been to Scotland interfere with these romantic reveries.)  While the beginning of my knitting was smooth sailing, this garment ultimately frustrated me with its three-fold challenge.  After I’d worked the body and arms, I then began the yoke.  Using two colors, I knit nearly three-hundred stitches and did so for several rows.  But at one point, I realized that I seemed to have too many stitches on the needle, so I tore out my color-work rows and began the yoke again, feeling a bit inferior—as if I were cutting corners—as I improvised and knit two together five times in equally spaced locations around the yoke to fix the stitch count.  

I then began again, worked a row or two, and then had the awful realization that I was shy five stitches.  Ugh!  I hadn't made an initial mistake.  Impatiently, I'd just glanced quickly at the chart after working the yoke rows and only thought I'd made an error.  So, once again, time number two, I ripped rows and began again.  I knit a lot of the yoke, when, after finishing rows using white and green yarn, I learned that I’d have to manipulate three colors (white, purple and green) in many of the rows.  But I devised a system, paying attention to dominant colors (those worked with the left hand) and, before long, the pretty foxgloves were nearly complete.  

The long green floats shown here had to be picked up on the next row.  

But the flowered section of knitted material was thick, denser and heavier than the body and arms, and this unwieldy yoke seemed to interrupt the graceful flow of the knitted fabric that I’d so carefully knit with size two needles. I went back to the pattern notes I’d hastily surveyed before casting on and saw a paragraph advising the knitter to use Elizabeth Zimmermann’s method of working three colors.  Use two colors and slip one color, and the work the same row again, slipping the previously knitted stitches and knitting the slipped stitches with the remaining color.  I tore out and began again, after doing a bit of research and figuring out a way to catch the long floats of the stem stitches.  (Pick them up in the next row.)  I’m nearly done with the yoke now and am pleased with the results.  The third time was the charm.  But why hadn’t I read the complete instructions before beginning?  

After much exhausting effort, the yoke is finally taking shape.  

     My career, like my knitting, seems subject to this rule of three.  I'm so ready to begin and end a number three school year, so it can reach its climactic end.  As I’m only a quarter of the way into year two, I still have a ways to go.  With the completion of year three, I will have finished my probationary status in my new school district, have completed a renewal year for my state teaching license, and will officially have twenty-five years of full-time teaching service under my belt in North Carolina.  Because of the frightening prospect of starving to to death in my golden years, though, I’m also facing the hurdle of another big three.  Three decades in total I need to to amass in experience as a teacher.  Barring any collapse of state government, with thirty years of service, I will be able to draw a retirement that will allow me to stay in my home, eat modestly, and maybe run the air conditioner during hot Carolina summers.  Of course, I should enjoy the daily moments of satisfaction and joy and shouldn't be impatient for an uncertain future.  

Here are three finished projects.  I was hired to make this sock monkey, bunny, and carrot for a Cottage Yarn Tuesday-night knitting companion who doesn't like to work small projects like this, ones which involve a bit of sewing.  All of these patterns are free on Ravelry.  The bunny pattern is called Henry's Rabbit and it's by Sara Elizabeth Kellner, the carrot is by Lynne Rowe, and the sock monkey pattern is by Patons.  

I’m also well aware that good luck, like bad, has a propensity to come in threes.  One recent Saturday afternoon at Cottage Yarn, a bubbly Tuesday-night knitting friend told me that several years ago she’d won two prizes at different events and was certain that number three was inevitable.   She got to work, organizing her co-workers to purchase a load of Powerball lottery tickets.  Before the numbers were called, though, she found herself at some kind of gathering, one where there were modest door prizes.  She explained to me how she’d sat in the audience with a sense of panic, thinking, “Don’t let me win!”  I don’t remember the specific prize she received, something like a cake pan, but she’d walked away with her treasure in tow, deflated by knowing she’d maxed out and reached magical number three.  Naturally, none of the lottery tickets was a winner. 

While not a woodspurge, this blueberry volunteer I salvaged (in order to replant it) from my
husband's family farm (which is being decimated by the state of North Carolina) is a symbol
 of solace and hope--although I'm not sure what it has to do with the number three.
For good or ill, I’m now working pretty steadily in my spare time on three knitting projects--my Foxglove sweater, a scarf for a gift, and  a neck wrap of my own design, while spending time at a job where, thankfully, the days may be long, but the years are short.   In fact, I just blinked and found that fall is in full swing, with winter just around the bend.  Rather than focusing any longer on patterns of three in the universe, I need to stop ruminating and enjoy the change of season, drawing inspiration from Rossetti’s poem that I can transcend my everyday cares and greater griefs in order to find solace in "a cup of three."  I can also wistfully ponder Robert Frost's wise assertion, “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”

A trip to my local farmers market, a place I hadn't visited in probably a year, provided an eye-opening reminder that the seasons had changed.    

I was inspired to buy this replete-with-fruit Japanese persimmon tree, which I planted in my back yard.  


I also bought a sugar pumpkin which, after baking, yielded copious amounts of sweet, rich pumpkin.  After the long process of pumpkin and applesauce (see below) preparation, though, I was too tired to prepare anything with the pumpkin, so I froze the pumpkin puree to use at a later date--definitely at Thanksgiving.  

I baked the halved pumpkin at 375 degrees for an hour and a half.  The outside isn't pretty but the inside turned out great.  

A blender worked wonders on the pumpkin.  

I got a great deal on some far-from-perfect apples retrieved from the ground of a local orchard.  These Jonathan apples made delicious, tangy and sweet, applesauce.  

The Mason jar is green, not the applesauce.  

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Fair Isle Fixation

     A host of articles has appeared in recent years touting how knitting ameliorates a plethora of physical and psychological woes, including Parkinson’s disease and depression (see links at bottom of this page).  The pattern repeats and counting of stitches so intrinsic to the craft are also purported to help obsessive compulsive types channel their disorder.   When I recently read the latter assertion, it gave me pause, as I have to say that the tidy repetitive nature of knitting—especially prevalent in working Fair Isle and lace—speaks to some deep layer of my nature.  

This tam was knit by Lyn Millward, owner of Cottage Yarn.  

     I have to confess that I am a bit fanatical about performing certain domestic procedures—such as actually re-affixing the lids to peanut butter, jelly, and mayonnaise jars and, subsequently, putting these foodstuffs away.  This preoccupation has somehow not been passed on to my teen-aged sons, whose adolescent brains must view this concern as quite neurotic.  Yet I still believe that a love of neat repetitive patterns must have a genetic component, or else why would all English teachers, regardless of their educational backgrounds, seem to have mysteriously inherited certain compulsive fixations, especially those related to the proper use of apostrophes and to the need to capitalize the letter “i” when referring to one’s self in an essay?  (Blame text messaging and its auto-correct feature for the "i" problem.)    
This is Lyn's other Orkney tam.  I knit the larger-sized version.

     Whether manifesting a psychological disorder or merely finding its geometric design intriguing, I had to cast on the Orkney Fair Isle Tam featured in the fall 2015 edition of Knitting Traditions.  Designer Elizabeth Lovick’s re-creation of an item in a photo from the Orkney island of Papa Westray features a pleasing circular construction that’s makes for a quick knit, so this project provides instant gratification.  Needing just such a fix, I interrupted my progress on Kate Davies’ Foxglove Sweater to begin work on the Orkney.  Using size one needles to knit the ribbing on the wrist of sleeve number two was a bit uninspiring, as the eagerly anticipated process of knitting the colorful yoke seemed so far off in the future.   

Fall is finally here, and, even though I live in the South, it's time to break out the knitwear--
although it's still a little too mild to wear the tam.  

    Casting on the Orkney was also the result of being inspired by my local shop owner, Lyn Millward (of Cottage Yarn), who is now in the process of making her third Orkney tam.  Lyn came up with the clever idea of using a variegated yarn in lieu of the various contrast colors called for in the pattern.  Using this type of yarn makes for quick knitting and visually engaging results.  It’s also quite fun to anticipate the color changes and to guestimate which color will round up the closure at the hat’s top.  Liberty Wool Light works great for this project. 

The geometric designs on my finished tam stand out against the black background.  The tan in this hat looks almost orange in this picture, but with 90 essays to grade in the next week or so, I just couldn't find the time to fiddle with photo editing.  

     Of course, I’d also like to make another tam and stick to the traditional colors Lovick includes in her design.  I know that if I am brave enough to burrow under the pants hanging in my closet (garments with sizes that run the gamut--from 4 to 12) and dig behind a pile of shoes in my closet, I will probably be able to find enough fingering-weight yarn to make several tams—actually probably enough to use to warm the heads of an entire girls’ basketball team. 

Of course, after I finished the tam, I got right back to work on the Foxglove sweater.  I can't wait to knit the flowers on the yoke.  

    As my students prepare to turn in research paper and to take mid-term exams, maybe it’s a good thing that I have the Fair-Isle avenue to channel my obsessive tendencies.  Maybe the little “i’s” sprinkled throughout their papers will seem festive, like confetti—or holiday snow—and the use of “the soldier’s traveling on Beowulfs ship” will make me smile, as I anticipate going home in the evening to a warm fire and to the unfolding combinations of colors and patterns in my knitting. 

Check out these articles about the physical and psychological benefits of knitting: