My cousin came to my door the other day with her favourite sweater in hand. "I was at a client's," she said, "and her cat chewed a hole in it."
She was very specific - she wasn't asking me to fix it, she was asking me to show her how to fix it, but...this is a beginning knitter, never darned a stitch in her life, talking to me about a hole in her sweater. Just the thought of explaining exactly how to do it made me tired. I did try, but after a few minutes I said "Y'know what? leave it with me."
She was very specific - she wasn't asking me to fix it, she was asking me to show her how to fix it, but...this is a beginning knitter, never darned a stitch in her life, talking to me about a hole in her sweater. Just the thought of explaining exactly how to do it made me tired. I did try, but after a few minutes I said "Y'know what? leave it with me."
I pulled it out this afternoon and examined it, reflecting with a frown that I don't think I have anything remotely like this yarn in the stash...I'm certainly not going to use contrasting yarn...what to do, what to do.
Wait a second - do I have roving in this colour? I'm pretty sure I do.
So now I can say I've drafted, spindle-spun, and plied a .7 meter long piece of Twist of Fate top in order to fix a cardigan bearing this tag:
(Made in China. By Joe. 70% acrylic, 20% wool, 5% mohair, 5% alpaca. At least they got 30% of it right.)
That's me: needlessly complicating things for over 30 years. A fine tradition of pointless excellence.
7 comments:
Pointless excellence. Brilliant.
Your great Shannon!
Looks like a perfect match. And it's not pointless if it's helping out someone you love.
Y'know, Shan, I'm not sure that excellence is ever *pointless*.
That is dedication :) I would have probably just sewn up the hole...
You ROCK, Girl!
You are too much of a wonder and a delight! I bow before you and exalt your magnificence!
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