Finished just in time to wear to a stage adaptation of 1984 on Friday night.

07.05.2014:

Twisting both the knit and purl either side of the dropped stitch (unless I forget).

I’m using the fantastic stitch number spreadsheet - I really don’t like written instructions and will abandon them in favour of a nice chart/spreadsheet whenever possible.

Started using stitch markers but they were getting caught up in the yarn and snagging it so switched to marker-free method. This has added a lot of time to my project - I was going waaay faster just slipping the markers. With a plied yarn I would definitely prefer to use markers than the purl/knit switch. It messes with my mojo.

Swapping skeins every two rows due to Malabrigo’s bespoke qualities. Qualities that I adore, I should add. The first two skeins saw me to the end of row 8 on the straight section so I might do 14 straight rows all up.

It is going to be beautiful.

16.07.14

Wet blocked with citrus Soak. The side that I alternated skeins along is tighter than the other. Not that I can tell by looking at it - just something I noticed during blocking and had to make allowances for. I pinned out the tighter edge first than blocked the rest to match that edge.

It is beautiful.

Title Song: All Tomorrow’s Parties by The Velvet Underground

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow’s parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow’s parties

And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She’ll turn once more to Sunday’s gown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow’s parties
Why silks and plumes of yesterday’s gowns
To all tomorrow’s parties

And what shall she do with Thursday’s rags
When Monday comes around
She’ll turn once more to Sunday’s clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow’s parties
For Thursday’s child is Sunday’s clown
For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow’s parties