I’ve always thought of family heirlooms as being classic patterns and usually white. I’m not so sure why they have to be white but in my head that’s the only option. I made an almost-heirloom. It’s got the makings of one–beautiful pattern, incredible yarn, and white of course–but it has a couple big boo boos. People talk about knitters having so much patience. I am living proof that not all of us do.
I am the sort of knitter who loves the finished product but I really just knit because I like knitting. Which is why I sometimes forge ahead despite mistakes. Because of my dedication to the process. I’m centered like that. Haha just kidding. I have a short fuse and rather than ripping out miles of lace, I am the sort of knitter with zero foresight who will scream “LA LA LAAAAAA” in my head and pretend as if I will love a shawl with a giant blob of stitches instead of perfect lace. I am the sort of knitter who ends up with almost-heirlooms.
I bought some alpaca in Idaho last summer that was so ridiculously soft. I think I made everyone around feel it whether they wanted to or not. I lost the ball band and I can’t remember what the farm is called but I got it at a craft market and the woman who sold it to me was probably the worst salesperson ever. She tried to convince me it was “too thin” and wouldn’t I rather have the “nice bulky yarn right here?” I would not. It is beautiful yarn though. I looked for a pattern forever and settled on the Spice Trade Shawl. It seemed like a perfect mix of classic and geometric lace that would give me a good challenge. I loved knitting it and I will love wearing it. And hopefully someday a relative who owns it will remember my impatience fondly.
p.s. No, I’m not going to point out where I messed up. Sorry not sorry.