The only thing I’ve ever knitted with cotton is dish cloths. And I’ve knitted lots. Dozens and dozens; maybe even hundreds and hundreds. I’ve lost track. I think of cotton yarn, perhaps unfairly, as tough, stiff and slightly harsh. Ever try practicing your cable patterns by knitting them into dish cloths? Challenging, isn’t it? The yarn just doesn’t have enough stretch for some of those cables. I almost broke a needle trying a particularly tight Aran cable.
This week, I’m branching out with my cotton knitting. I picked up some decent yarn (a cotton/linen blend by Rowan) and I’m going to be knitting Gemini, a summer top I’ve been salivating over for months.
To accompany my knitting, I’ve picked up Hit By A Farm, a memoir by Catherine Friend, a local author. It recounts the trials experienced by two city girls who, at middle age, decided to take up sheep farming. I expected this book to be a feel-good romp, like a 21st century version of All Creatures Great and Small. Hoo boy, was I wrong.
The book has its gentle, funny moments. I particularly enjoyed the author’s recounting of her first lambing season and the story of how she accidentally planted hundreds of grape vines upside down.
What strikes me most about the book, however, is its dark and troubled moments. She writes unflinchingly about the uncertainty and anxiety that were a constant part of her life; the sorrow and impotence she felt over loss of animals; and the devastating effect of this major life change on her relationship with her partner.
I didn’t expect this book to go there.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed this book and would definitely recommend it, but be prepared. Rose-colored glasses come separately.
- WIP Wednesday/Yarn Along – The Never-Ending Babydoll (mami-dearest.blogspot.com)