I have been knitting a new little baby cardi and while I have been doing it, I have truly tried to fine tune all the little bits like doing increases, decreases so that they would fit inside the pattern. I did not expect this but while attaching the first sleeve to the cardi I realized how uneasy I felt when attaching the sleeve. I just felt that the cardi was leading me by the hand and that I was not in control of the process and although I have learnt the hard way that my way is not the best way (not always, well... hardly ever really!) in other areas of life, I want to control my process in hand work.
So I needed really to slow down to see what was the matter, what was it that I did not like. And as always, well, almost always, it is the lazy part in me, that wants to make shortcuts, to see the stuff finally finished and so wanting really to speed through the final bits. Having realized that, the rest really was not that difficult. I already knew how the process was supposed to look and feel. Finally I have a stretchy sleeve opening with a seam that should last. I did it the way my Mom has taught me to do, except that she has told me to split the yarn, or look for similar colour but lighter weight than in the actual knitted garment.
detail of the sleeve
This is what I did, but if (and I am hoping that I will) I write the pattern, I will explain it in detail there, but I had live stitches in the sleeve and I picked up stitches from the sleeve opening of the cardi onto a small needle the way one would make a matress stitch and then I did a three needle bind off. I think I like the result.
detail of the hem
Few words of roses...
I love roses. For years I was sad that only a few grow up here. I have two kinds of rose bushes, one that we call Midsummer rose (Rosa pimpinellifolia) and other that we call Kurtturuusu (Rosa Rugosa) which are both very beautiful and sturdy, as they survive the harsh winters.
Some years ago I bought my first two yellow (pot)roses and those two bloomed beautifully during the whole summer. When autumn came they kept going until the very late September and even the first frost did not scare them. They were in such a good condition in the fall that I just carried them into a room that is behind our garage. The temperature there is kept just above freezing and the room gets lots of light when there is light (remember that we have almost none in midwinter) early in the spring. I took them there and almost forgot them. When I remembered I watered them and they looked quite bad during the midwinter so it truly was a surprise when I happened to go into that room early in the spring and noticed that they had started to make new leaves. I am not a gardener and have no skills - none! - in that field, but I was lucky and the roses survived their first winter. Ever since I have done the same with my roses and they just seem to be able to pull through the winter there. In the spring, early summer, they get new soil and some nutrition in hopes of summer blooms.
I have always loved roses and their scent but once was told that roses are for elderly ladies - I am not sure why and if this is true at all, anyway that saying stuck. I am not sure just how old one should be but now that I am over fifty, I think I am old enough. I have been searching for the right kind of rose perfume (or edt) for some time and I think I just found it in London. It is Jo Malone's Red Roses; the scent is soft, it is not too strong and it is not hard in any way. (Serge Lutens Sa Majesté La Rose is good too.) And talking of age and what is suitable for this age... I think I have just about enough years (and wool!) to start using lavender too, but so far have not found the right perfume. I am looking for pure, tender, light, airy, clean and easy scent and if you have any recommendations for me, please let me know.
This is all today. It is sunny and warm Monday, a good start for a week!
Wool with you,
PS. There are some clips of Portuguese Knitting in Youtube... I have not yet looked at any closely, so cannot give recommendations at the moment.