Intarsia knitting, while certainly beautiful, is challenging enough that I usually avoid at all costs. It's the bobbins of yarn and the twisting that make me nuts--not to mention the weaving of all of those ends--and every single time I finish a row, I have to straighten out the twisted strands. For someone who likes to pound out the knitting, slowing down to put yarn aright is frustrating.
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| If you're trying to keep track...that's four live "bobbins" of yarn and one live ball of yarn. Each of those strands, and one you can't see in the picture, get used on every single row. Oy. |
My hand made butterflies of yarn, while light, have a tendency to unroll themselves and this is kind of maddening, too, but I can't seem to find my plastic bobbins, so I've been making do. If you twist your butterflies too loosely, they unravel and if you twist them too tightly, you can't get the center to unravel when you need it to do so. The butterfly happy medium remains illusive.
But...oh, the beauty of such a piece cannot be underestimated.
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| Bottom to top we have garter stitch, stockinette stripes and seed stitch. It's the sides of the blanket and the porcupines that make up the intarsia. The dark body of the porcupine will be adorned with a bazillion strands of fringe that will look like quills when all is said and done. It promises to be a textural delight. |
Progress is extremely slow because while I can knit in the dark, I can't do intarsia in the dark and last night we abruptly lost power when an electrical substation two miles away caught fire. It plunged us into immediate darkness (not to mention sweltering heat) and brought an abrupt end to the activities of the evening--right at a crucial part of Breaking Bad Season 2, episode 8, and smack in the middle of the porcupine's body.
Today will be a better day in terms of the weather. Yesterday's high was 102 degrees with a heat index of, oh, 112 degrees (what the air really felt like). Sometime during the night, the power returned and the high is forecast for only 88 degrees. I'm afraid to say the words aloud, so don't tell anyone, but it is raining. Finally. We've gone 2 weeks without a drop and today we're getting some. There will be porch knitting today.
If I weren't working later on, I'd call the day near perfect.