The project I started in April, before all this, was my first lace pattern. I was inspired by Meg, who picked up knitting in February, and immediately churned out several complex, beautiful accessories. I had been knitting for six years, and had gotten as far as cabling. Meg started with lace patterns. She made a Noble Cowl that blew my mind. I was impressed, and felt jealous just looking at it. She said, "you can do that too! You just follow a pattern!" OK, so I did. My mom had asked me if I could knit a little black blanket for their cat, so it wouldn't show the fur so much. This cat likes to sit at the window on top of a blanket, and my mom felt she deserved her very own. So, I figured this was a good opportunity to try something complicated and different for me. I bought cheap, washable yarn since the final product would be, you know, for a cat. I chose the Baby Chalice Blanket. I had worked a couple of the pattern rows, and had to keep un-knitting (or tink-ing) rows at a time because I would realize that I messed up somewhere back a few rows. Knitting this little blanket was a comfort to me. I knitted on the plane to LA to stay with my best friend Erika, I knitted that first week while Erika and her husband were at work and I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I knitted when I got up to the Bay Area and still didn't know what the hell I was doing. I watched a lot of The Office on Netflix instant watch (OK, the first 5 seasons) while I knitted. The knitting has been complete for some time now, but I finally soaked it and spread it out to dry (yeah, that's about the closest I've gotten to blocking) last night. Here it is before (kinda scrunchy):
And then after (not the biggest transformation, but there's a difference):
And folded:
Knitting this helped keep me sane (well, as sane as one can be in the situation), and I am grateful for that. I know that I am not the first to receive comfort from making row after row of little stitches, but I am glad that I have. This pattern was certainly difficult for me, but it also showed me that with some determination, I can figure it out and get through.
OK, maybe I've seen too many episodes of Doogie Howser, M.D. lately. I apologize. But really, it's true.
I promise, more color in the next post. Well, here's a little: Ruby's first trip to the Pacific coast.