cey & i: blog tour, day seven

oh, how i have longed for

a quiet space to be alone with the music in my head.

especially on a show night, there is no room to think.

i never did have the advantage of a fire escape to retreat to,

but i would have loved it out there.

the sounds of the city, the night’s lights, a slight breeze,7160intand ‘cade’ at my neck to pull up as a snood if the breeze turned stiff.

today for the blog tour, ruth (of rock + purl)

is featuring this cowl and taking comments for a giveaway.

…back to the fire escape of my dreams.

this particular fire escape

didn’t have quite the romance of the daydream.

to get this shot, we walked up to the sidewalk

(club passim is one level underground)

around the block to door # 26,

up three flights of stairs to the offices,

out the french doors of the conference room onto the fire escape itself,

and then two and a half flights down the actual fire escape

on the outside of the building.

i say ‘we’ because lindsay and i were up there together.

i’m just outside the camera’s lens to the left.

this is one of my favorite shots of the day.

it’s easy for me to look at her in my boots and my skirt,

playing my guitar in a cowl i knit

and feel like i was

really there.

but then again, i was.

‘think’ from 18:12 of matthew.

photo courtesy of classic elite yarns.

cey & i: _ + _ = ?

when i want to take

something out of my head

and have it look in real life what

i saw in my mind’s eye, i turn to clearance rack

sweatshirt fabric and packing tape.

true.

i know people who use paper,

but i have trouble looking past the lack of drape involved

plus, i want to move it all around and try it on and paper tends to want

nothing to do with me after that.

big scissors are my friend for cutting and trimming, ditching and recutting…IMG_5804crop…until the mock-up is close enough

meaning with my eyes squint shut a little i can

pretend i’m looking at the real thing.

it does take a little suspension of disbelive, but you know what i mean.

so last night i took over the kitchen island, and begun.

only took me 4 different new shapes

to get to the one that behaved like i wanted it to.

tonight, the math begins.

cey & i: decoding

i have this swatch.

it looks very simple,

but i knit it almost two years ago

and i have absolutely no idea what the stitches are.

i’ve stared at it until my eyes get blurry.

i’ve written down every possible stitch combo that i can think of.

at this point i’ve reknit them all and nothing comes close.

now, it’s an easy stitch pattern.  i know that it is.

the result is a very simple textural-ness

that really appeals to me.

fed up, i’d almost

decided to throw the little swatch away

as seeing it everyday on my bulletin board

and not being able to conquer it was really dragging me down.

then yesterday morning,

i took a little ride with my friend wendy.

we talked about everything (like we always do)

and i finally got round to a little vent about the ‘swatch with no name’.

IMG_5372satwithout missing a beat, she (focused on driving at the time) said,

“can’t you just undo the bind off and gently pull the stitches out

 to see what they were in the first place?”

can’t i just undo…?

hey, why didn’t i think of that?!?

it took me all of five minutes this afternoon to unbind

a few rows and figure out the stitches that have been so eluding me for weeks.

thanks, wendy,

for letting me consistently

bum rides to in the loop sit ‘n’ knits

and especially this week, thank you for seeing through my confusion

to the straightforward answer

that has been right in front of me all along.

‘name’ taken from 1:3 of song of songs.

(this is an ongoing series of posts chronicling

the process of my yet to be released collaboration with classic elite yarns.

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