There’s a good deal of debate going on currently about youngsters sharing nude snaps of (mainly) girls without any form of consent from the victims. One thread in the debate is that parents have a part of the blame for two reasons:
The obvious one is upbringing. As parents we teach or at least try to teach our children about decent behaviour though the individual concepts of that phenomenon has variations.
The other reason is the fact that we parents sharesnaps of our children. Including cute nude snaps of happy toddlers in paddling pools et c.
So I decided to not photograph my daughter’s head to display the swater I finished for her and which so obviously fits her snugly. She is very good at only sharing pictures of herself where she may look a bit silly, but never drunk or nude. Doubt she ever sent anything like it in private to anyone; she’s not the type to do so.
In fact she’s a nerd. Which is why the sweater has the design it has: She studies geology and wanted it to display layers of dirt disrupted by e.g. earthquake. And the head? Just a container for her brain.
Now before any possible reader’s hackles are raised, this is neither naming, blaming or shaming. Instead I’m straightly, strictly literal:
The dear girl studies geology and saw on one field trip a fellow student wearing a sweater that inspired her. Could I knit a pattern with stripes that are interrupted in a slanted line?
My answer yes prompted a sketch that’s turning into the above: A clourful rendition of a fault line. The blue, yellow and red layers of sediment, as it were, on the black background cut up and unjoined with the forces of the earth’s tectonic plates.
Or in this case, the force of my knitting needles. Don’t you just love a nerd like that?! I do.
Knitting can get boring. The thinner the needles and the yarn the longer time it takes to get anything done.
Patterns can break the monotony, and stripes are an easy pattern. The snag of stripes is the fact that unless the stripes are only few rows each and therefore thin it’s best to break the yarn at each stripe. Which leaves you with this:
Yup, that’s the stripe-tease of the title. AKA woolly spaghetti.
I may be done working my knitting needles on this thing. Doesn’t mean there’s no needle work left on it. Until the end is nigh.
Knitting takes patience. I posted one sleeve of this earlier:
And now all that’s still left to knit is the collar. Yet when she and I bought the yarn it was supposed to become socks. The bundles were on sale together with other bundles in other colours, and once I began to knit socks of those bundles she realised just how far it went. Instead of drowning in socks she opted for a sweater. Because as a scout she needs to keep warm all over – feet and body.
And now back in choler over the rest – because knitting it together like this means turning, turning, turning a whole sweater TWENTY full circles while finishing the collar.