It was cold today in Toronto. It felt really cold because it's been unseasonably warm lately and suddenly the temperature dropped to like -15C. I wasn't ready.
On a day like today, I did what all good knitters do and loaded up on the knitwear. My Gretel beret, Nordic mittens, a seed stitch cowl and my Grey Mist Bohus; one of the nicest, most complicated things I've ever made (and also hacked to make smaller).
What non-knitters notice today? Compliment the most? Talked about as an example of my fine work?
The seed stitch cowl.
A project I made with a bunch of leftovers on a whim. The thing I made without a pattern or much thought. Sure it's a nice big squishy neck piece and it keeps out the cold. It's even sorta soft.
But it's not knit with angora/merino at 8 freakin stitches to the inch.
There isn't colour work where you have shades of white, bone, fawn, silver and pewter so subtle you have to knit it in full sun to be sure you're getting it right!
And, truth be told, that cowl isn't as warm as my Bohus.
Really, non-knitting people? Really?!
I just needed to get that out. To feel appreciated by my knitting-folk. I knew you'd understand.
Perhaps the cowl is the pinnacle of knitting when you're surrounded by piles of white acrylic scarves at the mall and when you look at them, they don't look all the difficult to make. It's familiar compared to a sweater that one can't even comprehend someone sitting down and knitting.
Yeah, thinking that will keep me warm...