|Summer Sox, design by Cookie A|
There are soul-sucking knitting projects. For whatever reason, the project becomes one long slog through the swamp of knitting tedium or despair.
I used to perservere through those. No longer. Knitting for me is a hobby. If it's not fun or esthetically pleasing, into the frog pond it goes so I can rip it rip it rip it to start over on something else.
Ninety percent or more of knitting is fun stuff. The socks in the photo above: fun stuff. The lace is unusual and an easily-memorized 10-row pattern. I knit the socks in front of the tv, in the car, and at a political rally. I liked that I knew the pattern by heart, that I didn't have to keep referring to the chart.
I also like Scandinavian colorwork where the chart can never leave my side. What will be a fun knit and what will be a slog is not that predictable. I like colorwork. I like cables. I like lace. What I don't like are long swaths of garter stitch, although I do like the look of long swaths of garter stitch, à la the beautiful work of Brooklyn Tweed.
I have two projects on the needles right now. One is a Scandinavian colorwork mitten, the other a lace stole. Colorwork and lace, two things I find fun, yet one of these requires me to put on figurative waders and slog through a swamp of Baudelarian ennui. And that's just walking by the thing sitting on the table. It's exactly the feeling Jean-Louis Murat sings about in Baudelaire's poem «La Cloche fêlée», set to music by Léo Ferré.
Jean Louis Murat - la cloche fêlée
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When lines from Baudelaire crowd your head, it's time to send that knitting project to the frog pond. Au revoir, lace stole. I will rip it rip it rip it and start over.