Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Glory Days
©Bruce Springsteen
I've been knitting for a long time, although you'd never guess it from the knitted things in my blog. So I thought I'd show some past achievements.
Knitted shawls, though lovely, haven't made their way onto my to-do list because I crocheted a couple 20+ years ago.
This one is made from J.P. Coats Knit-Cro-Sheen in ecru. It's a summer-weight thing, although it does provide a bit of warmth. I haven't worn it in public for years and years; it was only this past year that I rescued it from the back of the closet and draped it over my desk chair.
Once we get out of the dead of winter I may start wearing this as a scarf with my coat. It's a shame to let all those hours of *hooking* go to waste.
The second one is crocheted from some long-forgotten acrylic in a pale purpley-maroon heathery color that was called "Raisin." The color in the first photo is fairly true.
I started making it when I was pregnant with our older son; I wanted a nursing shawl to be used for camouflage when he got hungry or fussy in public. It wasn't finished by the time he was born, and with a newborn in the house I suddenly found myself with barely enough time to feed myself and take a shower, let alone sit quietly and crochet. It didn't get finished for several years. That baby is now 22 and this shawl also hung in the closet for many years. It joined the cotton one on the back of my desk chair this year -- the two of them have kept me warm many times when my office was a little chilly. These days I wear it as a scarf with my jean jacket -- proudly, I might add. As an actual shawl, I don't know. My style, if you could call it that, doesn't really allow for shawls; I'm too utilitarian and stripped down. Maybe I'll start small, wearing it at home, then out on the deck or maybe when we go for a pontoon boat ride on a coolish evening in spring. In public? who knows.
With all the scrumptious yarns that are available now, a new shawl starts to seem like a possibility. Maybe crocheted, maybe knitted. Food for thought, anyway...
