Fiber Follies

Five months. Five months of occasional hell. I naively started my son-in-law’s birthday gift about a week before his early January birthday. January. Early January. I knit the last stitch on 21 May. May. That’s over five months of knitting. Five months to knit a scarf. My first attempt at Fair Isle, of course I couldn’t be bothered with a practise piece, I had to decide right then that my youngun’s husband would have a nice Fair Isle scarf for his birthday. Didn’t stop to consider that anything knitted on 3.75mm needles would likely take a while. Never gave thought to the poor old joints, that De Cuervain’s and a very long scarf done up in even the simplest Fair Isle would take nearly the rest of my life. No. I breezily made up a pattern, striped in an ascending and descending Fibonacci sequence repeated through its length, with the FI pattern heavily distributed on one end tapering off to just stripes at the other end.

Five months.

But isn’t it handsome?

And now that I’ve managed to uncurl my fingers and drop the little needles, I’m digging right in to a few new projects. Using much larger needles. Ball-bat size needles. And big yarn. Tow line would do…