this is my friend carrie in a hat i knit her while visiting in pittsburgh. i’d been harassing her to get rid of an acrylic one she’d been wearing for a couple of years now. anyhow, it chose right when i was there to fall apart (i kid you not! it was very ironic and weird… maybe related to aforementioned powers in this post). Anyhow, a favorite sweater that her dad bought her while she was in high school had recently gotten a huge hole in it (twilight zone music here). Upon inspection, the sweater was in fact wool (and lovely wool at that! you don’t always get lovely wool from sweaters). So, called by the wool of the sweater and the destruction of the other hat, I immediately embarked upon ripping an arm to knit her a new hat, and this is what was done two days later. the blue wool came from a 1980’s irish sweater that i purchased at a thrift store while in pittsburgh. and with that, my good work there was done.
on another pittsburgh note, i also snapped these photos of socks i knit carrie and her husband dj. i knit these pre-digital camera, so i’d never gotten pics of them. his are based on this groovy pattern from this pattern booklet.
because of the argyle on the cover of that booklet, i really wanted to share this great quote from No Idle Hands: The Social History of American Knitting talking about the argyle faze of the 1940′s:
Many people sought to extract the agony from Argyle knitting, but knitters somehow felt the challenge itself guaranteed deeper appreciation. Despite mountains of gadgets such as the “Line Reel,” “Yarn O’Bobbin,” “Stitchex” and “Rispindle” (to dispense yarn from the wrist), the task remained daunting. An ingenious approach was “Colorplus,” yarn dyed in the premeasured lengths and guaranteed to “knit up” into diamonds and diagonals if knitters ruthlessly maintained a steady, predetermined gauge in “plain stockinette” stitch. When fashion-crazy, bobbin weary knitters strayed from gauge, truly grotesque pattern emerged from their needles.
Was this the first self-striping yarn?!? tee hee. they’ve made it much easier now.
on another very exciting note, my friend erin has joined the world of blogging with the Prairie Roots Blog. Here’s the description of what she will be trying to do:
“The content of Prairie Roots will focus on place and the land, specifically this place and this land—living on it, caring for it, digging into it, loving it—along with a bit of theology and philosophy about it thrown in. I’ll gradually gather all of my land stewardship-related paper scraps, articles, and bookmarks here (and maybe even a favorite recipe once in awhile). My hope is that the Prairie Roots blog will be a resource for like-minded people in this little corner of the world.”
so if you live on the prairie or are into sustainability, the land, growing things, and like hearing about someone’s experience of such things, check her out! welcome, erin. i look forward to reading more.
i love that the title of this post (and carrie’s hat) is old growth love because these are two women who i feel very connected to. carrie and i met at church camp when she was going into 5th grade and i was going into 6th. i let her borrow my sleeping bag when she had sun stroke. we’ve been friends ever since. erin was at regent with me my first year, here to study sustainablity, land, justice, and food. she just feels like an old friend. we’ve much in common and i really look forward to see where she goes with her interests. here’s to good knits and old friends.