Simple, practical, and hard working, and a face only a grandmother could love. It’s off the needles and in the pizza box. (Those little “leftovers” pizza boxes are perfect for storing dishcloths in.)
Now that I got that dishcloth urge out of my system, I’m itching to cast on about a half a dozen projects. That’s kind of a terrifying thought, but I swear I might just.
These will be one of them. I guess I’d better get that second “talking” sock done and out of the sock knitting bag so I can put the grey sock yarn in there.
For some reason, after I finished the felted slippers, I couldn’t decide which was next up. I have lots that I want to do - my Ravelry Queue has me nicely inspired. (What a great idea is Ravelry?!) I turned to my second talking sock - for which I don’t FEEL like I’m plagued with the “syndrome” but perhaps I’m in denial. I cast on, and got the ribbing started on it, then put that down. That’s car knitting anyway, so it kind of doesn’t count. Looked at a couple of WIPs that are hiding in the shadows of my knitting basket - kept moving. Looked at the brown Cascade 220 that I purchased for another pair of Felted Clogs - decided to let that “steep” in the stash for a little longer - and then ran across a ball of dishcloth yarn. I reached in the needle box, took out “Ruth’s needles,” cast on a few stitches, and started doing a nice, mindless Grandmother’s Favorite Dishcloth. While humble and shamefully easy - this is actually one of my favorite dishcloths to use (and probably my favorite one to knit). I think the dishcloth stash box needs at least one in there, maybe more. It’s such an easy knit that I can read while I knit. EZ said it could be done, reading while you knit, and I’m finally learning that it’s true. Occasionally it gets a little bit hard when the knitting grows and starts laying on your book or magazine, but no doubt I’ll master that learning curve eventually too.
Ruth was the mother of a friend of mine. She had no grandchildren, I never met her, but I admired her. She lived by herself in a small house in the northern part of California - the part of California where it snows in the winter, and gets blistering hot in the summer, and where fire danger was a yearly concern. Her son would come up in the Spring and Fall each year,and ready her house for the upcoming season. He would get her some firewood cut and stacked, or weeds whacked, or fix the roof if it needed it, and the whole rest of the year, except for a visit or two from her son, she’d take care of her own needs. She was independent, and able to stay that way up until she died. After her death, he brought me some of her needlecraft things because he knew of my interest in all things fiber. I have used some tatting that she had in her stash on my grandchildren’s clothing, or edging for other fibery art. I often wonder if she would be happy that her stash is being used in a way that [hopefully] honors her.
So, as I sit knitting a dishcloth on the pair of plastic red knitting needles, I think of Ruth, the same way that I think of my own grandmother when I’m using things I inherited from her sewing stash. I lived close to my grandmother as a child, and when I inherited her sewing stash, as I sorted through it, I recognized fabrics and patterns she had used to make clothes for my dolls when I was 8 years old. (Amazing how long SOME things marniate in the stash, isn’t it?) I wonder if my grandchildren will do the same some day. I wonder if they’ll appreciate working with their hands, making things that other people think “why don’t you just buy that?”
Life is so full of trade-offs. Sometimes the trade offs make things you wish for unobtainable. My visits with my grandchildren are all too few and far-between now - a result of one of life’s trade-offs. I guess they won’t have the same type memories of me that I had of my grandmothers and great grandmothers. But, I wonder if, by the time they are grandmothers, they will be able to appreciate the difference between an heirloom and a disposable item? I wonder if they’ll find value in a simple pair of knitting needles. I wonder if they will know that this was their Grandmother’s Favorite Dishcloth?
Yarn:Valley Yarns Northhampton which is an Aran/Worsted range 100% wool, purchased from WEBS. One skein of Midnight blue, and 2 skeins of the silver color.
Needles: Denise circulars size 13 and size 10.5 to pick up stitches.
Gauge: Probably 4-5/inch - kind of moot since I felted them, but it was about that.
Pattern: Fiber Trends Felted Clogs, by Bev Galeskas, purchased online at One Fine Yarn.
Size: Men’s Large.
As I mentioned - I only bought one skein of blue, so I did end up having to fudge a little, but it only took 3 skeins of yarn.
I love this yarn. It’s so soft and cozy to knit with - although not always appreciated in the 100 degree Fahrenheit heat we have been having.
I put Regia “sock stoppers” on these for a little traction; purchased a while back from Astrid. I think she has some still on her sale page. We will see how long these last. I may try the silicone next.
Began: August 22, 2007
Finished: August 26, 2007 (While I watched the Cowboys LOSE to the Houston Texans. From one 49er fan to another - gee, isn’t that too bad? And - how alarmingly good does Houston look this year? OY.)
That’s “NFL speak” for “almost done” These clogs are typical to my knitting style: underestimate yardage needed to complete the task, get to that point where you have run out of the color you need to finish - shrug your shoulders and improvise! So, now MP will have no problem determining which foot goes in which slipper - on account of they’re slightly different. I have one more sole to finish before time to put them in the washer for their felting. So, here they are in “the red zone.” I might needle-felt a star on the plain one just to make it even more “Cowboys” - but maybe not.