Sunday, October 02, 2005

How Not to Learn to Kitchener

Suppose you have a sock, your first sock even, and you've been working on it for a few weeks [or a few months] and you are finally ready to graft together the toe. You've been putting it off because you've been really busy and distracted lately, and this is no longer mindless knitting. You need to sit down quietly, with a clear head, and really focus with your manual and that little tapestry needle, and learn this new technique with the funny name:


That was exactly the situation I found myself in last night. So what did I do? I followed the above instructions exactly, almost. After some pizza and wine, I got comfy on the bed, poured myself another glass, got out my knitting and my copy of Ann Budd [God Bless Ann Budd!] and popped Mary Tyler Moore Season 1 into the DVD player.

O.K., so there were a few distractions in the room. Did I mention that there were two dogs also on the bed? I gave it my best shot. Its not a difficult technique, really. But you must pay attention, and you should be willing to back up and start over if you find that you have lost your place. Otherwise, your kitchener will turn out something like this:

Bad Kitchener!

But take heart! Life is just like a TV rerun, you can always start over again the next day, almost as if nothing ever happened. Even if you've already woven in the ends. Just think of Mary Richards, out there making it on her own.

You can do it!

Behold, I give you my kitchener:

Good Kitchener!


Blogger Emily said...

"who can take a nothing day...and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile...." ..we will all be humming that for the rest of the day! Great job on the sock!!!!

12:56 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Mel said...

Omigod!I learned kitchener and thought I had it down, and then I started my second pair of sox and being the confident 'expert' steamed right along til it came to the finishing kitchener part. It didn't work at all. I ripped. I didn't get it right the second, third, or fourth time, and I wanted these socks to be finished and wearable as I was leaving for New Zealand the next day.I was so frustrated and near tears and ready to throw these stupid sox away, but... I brought them along, figuring New Zealanders knit, right? So I get there and the time difference is so great that I wake up completely at 1 AM for the day. No one is awake in the country but me, so I get out my sock and try the toe again, and voila, it finally works. I was never so relieved. Now I look for excuses to join items with grafting...o my!

4:56 AM  
Blogger Rabbitch said...

Dude, your sock rocks.

I am fearful of socks, and dpns, and well, anything that will make me look like the amateur I am.


11:14 PM  

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