Johanna, one of the regulars at KnitterNight, asked me if I’d dress her tablecentre.
“Sure,” I said. It’s been ages since I’d dressed anything round, and anything made in cotton. It’s funny how you forget what a job some things can be.
The pattern is the “Rose of England” from Marianne Kinsel’s Second Book of Modern Lace Knitting. (I think it’s the tea cloth version.) Johanna worked it in a very fine cotton thread, bought off eBay. The stuff is so fine I got nervous just looking at it. I think she did a good job with it.
There are 40 of these pointy bits, and I figured that each would need 3 pins in it. I put the cloth in basin of water to soak while I went to the store to buy more pins.
Now, if you read Kinsel’s book, you will see that what I should have done is to mark a big circle out on a piece of paper and drawn onto that all sorts of lines at various angles. However, the piece is going into an informal show of knitting and there is a bit of a deadline. Plus, my compass and protractor are both AWOL, and my neighbourhood Big Box Stationary Store didn’t have a piece of paper –- or bristol board or foam core -- large enough. I knew from reading this very good tutorial by Judy Gibson that I could have marked it all out on a bedsheet with a waterproof marker, but I wasn’t prepared to sacrifice a sheet for the cause. (I could just hear an overnight guest asking why there is a bullseye marked on the sheet. Lee Ann will now provide me with a snappy reply to that question.)
So I eyeballed the job with the help of my tape measure. An hour later it was drying. I gave it a solid once-over with spray starch. I put ice-packs on my knees.
I was right about the 3-pins-to-a-point thing.
“I thought,” said Maryann -- one of the KnitterNight regulars -– while I was recounting the ordeal, “that you’d said ‘Sure’ a bit too quickly. Was your mouth ahead of your brain?” Yes, and if it sounds like I’m whining about the task that I agreed to…well…I am…just a bit. And now I will stop whining about it. To be honest, I felt very pleased when I got it stretched out and stood back and looked.
Not bad, for eyeballing.
If I’d really been thinking, I would have used a differently-coloured sheet to pin it out on. But I wasn’t thinking about a photo-op. So tonight I spread a green sheet, and took some more pictures. (Click to enlarge in a pop-up.)
In Other News
This weekend my friend Liz and I are off to the local art gallery’s film festival fund-raiser.
We’re skipping the gala dinners and speeches and stuff, and just going to see the films. The first is late Friday afternoon. Then there are 2 on Saturday (10 am and 4 pm) and 2 on Sunday (10 am and 5 pm). The timing is very decent, because you get a chance to do stuff between the films, like grocery shopping, laundry, prep for dinner, and so on. And your eyes and mind get a rest, as well.
The 5 films on the line-up are:
I haven’t heard of any of them, but I am not a cinephile. (Is that the word?) And given that the last time I was in a theatre was for “Brokeback Mountain”* sometime in very early 2006, seeing 5 films in 3 days will be a stretch.
Wish me luck.
* And the commentary from the audience members sitting around me was most interesting. It was very curious, for example, to hear mumblings about “pure pornography” or “there they go, at it again” when the guys were kissing, but that scene in the car where the chick whips off her top and bare breasts are bouncing around didn’t elicit even a “gasp!” from anyone. It’s curious to me that 2 men kissing is pornographic, but flashing breasts is so…what?...ordinary?...that it doesn’t even rate a raised eyebrow.