We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
Pattern: Larch by Tinks and Frogs Rue (Ravelry link)
Yarn: Arucania Ranco Solid (75% wool, 25% nylon), colorway 102
Needle: U.S. 4 Zephyr acrylic Options 26″ circular needle (worked flat)
After a month of hat knitting for our Conway Cradle Care Service project, the coffers were filling and the gift-giving date was approaching. It was Thanksgiving week. The kids were out of school. The grandparents had arrived. I felt like I could knit something of my own choosing.
And I knew exactly what I wanted to knit — not the exact project, but certainly the genre. I craved a triangular lace scarf in fingering-weight yarn, a one-skein knit to indulge my love of wearing them and to enable me to make one more complex and thought-provoking than my last two easy, mindless Baktuses. I went digging in my sock yarn stash and found this semi-solid green yarn already rolled into a ball, intended for one of those Baktuses a couple of months ago but substituted out at the last minute. Then I went digging in my Ravelry favorites for the tags triangle-shaped, fingering, scarf, lace, one-skein. The picture of the luscious sample (in Dream in Color Smooshy Strange Harvest) for this variation on the popular Multnomah shawlette called to me immediately.
I cast on Wednesday afternoon. By the time the Thanksgiving turkey was digested, I was done with the garter increases (the scarf is knit from the middle back outward in two triangles with their hypotenuses forming the bottom edges) and had started the border chart. By Sunday morning, the day before my parents left for home, I had finished the two lace chart repeats and was ready to bind off. The body of the scarf took about sixteen hours to knit. The sewn bindoff took four hours all by itself. When done, it was squishy and garter-stitchy and beautifully mottled and disturbingly small, too small to wrap around your neck and have the corners hang down in front for the stylish wearability my mom had admired (midway through the lace portion knitting, she had secured a promise that I would give her the scarf when it was done). Time to block with maximum aggression and wait for moisture and tension to do their magic.
Magic indeed. The rustic ridges of the garter stitch relaxed into the subtlest of textures. The old shale border opened and expanded like a bird taking flight. Three days of knitting, one day of “stopping knitting” (as Cady Gray’s instruction book amusingly calls binding off), and three more days of blocking. The result: exactly the knit I envisioned — fancy, frivolous, classic, satisfying — and the perfect scarf beyond all my hopes. Enjoy it, Mom!