Knot knitting
The knotwork I was talking about back in November is now well on its way to being a cable panel on a purple jumper...
There's a *cough* deliberate error at the bottom of the panel, where I got distracted (by a game of Arkham Horror, I think), and moved my cables in the wrong direction, but I don't think anyone but me (and now you) will realise it's an error, or even notice it's different from the equivalent section further up (the bit currently at the top of the panel). I'm really happy with the way it's turned out, knitted - just as I wanted it to be. I now have to hope that the finished garment works, too.
Incidentally, the knitting is laid out on the flap of my bureau-desk, which we moved back into place, and I refilled yesterday, after it spent the last two weeks emptied and shifted to allow access for some pipe-welding smiorgan has been indulging in. I love my desk, and half the time I'm sitting here, I'm looking at the books on its shelves, or the various toys and pictures scattered around and stuck to it. I felt surprisingly bereft without it.
(The covered-with-pictures bits are the insides of the doors. It looks perfectly plain and boring when the doors are closed.)
There's a *cough* deliberate error at the bottom of the panel, where I got distracted (by a game of Arkham Horror, I think), and moved my cables in the wrong direction, but I don't think anyone but me (and now you) will realise it's an error, or even notice it's different from the equivalent section further up (the bit currently at the top of the panel). I'm really happy with the way it's turned out, knitted - just as I wanted it to be. I now have to hope that the finished garment works, too.
Incidentally, the knitting is laid out on the flap of my bureau-desk, which we moved back into place, and I refilled yesterday, after it spent the last two weeks emptied and shifted to allow access for some pipe-welding smiorgan has been indulging in. I love my desk, and half the time I'm sitting here, I'm looking at the books on its shelves, or the various toys and pictures scattered around and stuck to it. I felt surprisingly bereft without it.
(The covered-with-pictures bits are the insides of the doors. It looks perfectly plain and boring when the doors are closed.)