Really? Without tears?
Well, the moment has arrived. After many delays (it's been a long, strange September), I have finally arrived at the time to cut my knitting:
Look, ma, no ends! (please, pretend the pattern matches up in front... that's what I'm doing)
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the realization that I had reached this point sent me scrambling for my copy of Knitting Without Tears. Not that EZ's tome has any specifics to offer the knitter trying to cut steeks for the first time, but with all this Zimmermania talk, it got me thinking that it's time to finally read her book and make sure I know how to avoid the tears.
Not long after I had taken up knitting in late 2004, I learned that a good friend of mine was a closeted lifelong knitter. For Christmas that year, she presented me my copy of KWT, inscribed "Dear Janet, Meet Elizabeth Zimmerman, goddess of the knit & purl. Happy knitting!"
I should have read it at the time. But by then I was already a rebellious knitting adolescent -- damn the rules! I had immediately cast aside scarves and seamless raglan sweaters, and was jumping straight to colorwork and complicated cables and DPNs and whatever else looked really cool and I knew I could figure out if I had to. One flip through the book, and I was dismissive -- too simple, too basic -- I was already beyond such elementary skills. How my friend had underestimated my progress! Ha!
Only now, nearly two years later, when my knitting skills are still basic but are decidedly improved, am I ready to accept the wisdom of simplicity and mastering (and being opinionated about) the basics. Back then, I was brazen. I did not understand why anyone would worry about knitting with tears. Now I know better. And since just trying to cook dinner for a few friends on my birthday last week reduced me to a weeping heap, I think maybe I should give some serious thought to knitting without tears before I take scissors to this hard-won knitting accomplishment.
I've got a lot of potentially tear-inducing knitting challenges ahead of me this fall: finishing this baby sweater, working through the first garment of my own design, finally getting the *%(*&@! Rogue sweater done for my sister in time for Christmas, and oh so many other KIPs and projects in waiting that I'm ashamed to admit it. With all this ahead of me, sadly I cannot participate in Zimmermania. Instead, I will have my own little Zimmermanita -- I will put down the knitting "work" I've made for myself once in a while to nurture my inner Elizabeth Zimmerman. I will read her book. I will get back to basics. After all, most of the things that seem to be able to reduce me to tears are the basics -- with the complicated things I'm paying close attention, and rarely make a mistake -- it's those basic things that I take for granted that lead to screw-ups and the frustrations that make me want to drop a project and never pick it up again. And then I will take a deep breath, take time to swatch, and dive back in.
For your entertainment until I have some more interesting knitting to show, watch Lola, feared huntress of the ribbon jungle stalk and capture her prey. Birthday season is the training ground for the great predators of the ribbon jungle. Then she will rest until Christmas, the main event. As we speak, she is asleep on the polka-dot bag.











