September 6, 2010
this entry is dedicated to my good friend in yarn, anna.
i couldn’t have done it without you babe.
today is labor day.
today i rest.
i will not knit.
i need not knit,
i tasted victory.
the summer has been a battle.
a knitting battle of wit and stamina.
the battle known as socks and lace.
toward the end it became clear
that my only competition was anna;
my sworn enemy.
the competition was fierce.
some might even say we lost our minds.
to them i say, you didn’t want it bad enough.
the speed with which anna finished projects was staggering, even scary.
she churned out socks and shawls like the yarn harlot on crack.
never before had i met an opponent as worthy as she,
one who forced me to be a better competitor,
someone who craved victory as much as i.
but i had something that she did not,
something that intensified my already sick need for glory.
it was a certain sweater,
a supreme public mocking,
and the thousands of calls to “man up and knit real lace.”
i admit that i asked for it. i invited scrutiny,
and was taught the lesson of post midnight emails.
the people of the knitting world spoke,
and commanded me to follow the rules,
to stay inside the box.
so i did.
i made the rules my own.
i owned those rules.
i followed the letter of the law, and in doing so,
eviscerated its spirit.
*the “stole of victory” was my ace in the hole. i held cascade 220 quadrupled knit on size 15’s (10mm) lengthwise. i bought the yarn at natural stitches so it then counted double, and threw in a lace chevron that i messed up somehow. but it doesn’t have to be good lace to count.