Once upon a time a knitter discovered sock knitting. `She saw how wonderfully soft and fluffy were the hand knit socks, and how toasty warm her feet were when she wore them and she was hooked. Now Regia self striping yarn is a wonderful thing, and watching the stripes unfurl is extremely satisfying but our knitter dreamt of cables and lace and knot patterns and all sorts of wonderful things that would not show up knit in faux fair isle. She saw on blogs all the wonderful of slightly varigated yarn, and heard tell of the softness and generally all round loveliness of the yarn in question, but as this was in the era before sock knitting really hit the big time Regia self striping was the be all and end all. And then she went to a knitting show and saw, there on the stand before her, a pile of the holy grail. A pile of tightly twisted skeins in all colours of the rainbow, all bearing the label “Lorna’s Laces“.
The sky could have opened at that moment, the heavens appears and a mass of celestial angels, cherubim and seraphim descended with a full orchestra singing tales of all things wooly and our knitter would not have noticed. She was far too busy deliberating between all the different colours. In the end she chose two and they were brought home, loved cuddled, adored and placed as the pinnacle of her yarn stash.
One colour way was knit up into a pair of socks that were made so long ago that they predate Ravelry (though for the record they are still going strong today) and the other, Irving Park, was precious. It was the only remaining Lorna’s Laces in the stash, and this was also before the days of Paypal so getting more was a bit of a challenge. And so it has sat there, loved, but never knit since *cough* 2006. It was clearly waiting for something very special.
And now I have knit it. Knit it into a tiny little Miele cardigan for the first daughter for a dear friend and colleague of mine.
The pattern is gorgeously dainty, without having too many lacey bits to catch on tiny fingers, and I love how the yarn has knitted up. A lot of the time I try to avoid variegated yarn for anything other than socks, because sometimes it can pool awkwardly and push a gorgeous piece of knitting perilously close to the border between being handmade and looking homemade, but the knitting fates were in my favour and the colours just ripple from pink to purple and back to red. It’s feminine without being screaming pink and the colours are lovely and warm so they won’t wash out a new little girl. And because it’s Lorna’s Laces sock yarn it’s as soft as butter, it will go in the washing machine at 40, and it’s warm without being heavy, little miss isn’t going to get pinned down by the weight of her knitwear.
All I have to do now is hope that it fits. You see I know that Pip is generally considered a giant baby, and my girls really aren’t that far behind him on the centile charts but I’m rather hoping, nay praying, that not all babies arrive quite so big because the intended owner …..was born a month ago. And a bit. Maybe another couple of weeks sort of a bit.
But as we’ve had some wonderfully glorious English weather of late I suspect even a little newborn won’t really have needed a wooly cardie. Now that Wimbledon’s in full swing, and the Ashes has started it’s almost guaranteed to rain incessantly for the entire rest of the summer, it will keep her snug and warm while the storms rage. After all, knitting stretches doesn’t it.
Ravelry notes are here