Warning to family members: Reading this blog post could ruin Christmas. That is all.
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At the end of October I set out to knit something special and colorful. A gorgeous and simple shawl.
I chose this stunning Stole pattern from Wear With All, by Theresa Gaffey to knit as a Christmas present for my almost-mother-in-law.
For six weeks I knitted away happily. The pattern is a dull 8×8 rib, but hey, it’s perfect for knit nights and other times when I need a no-brainer project. By Thanksgiving, I’d finished two out of eight loooong stripes and I realized that I had a problem.
The problem: The shawl must be completed by December 19 in time for Christmas travels.
The task: Finish knitting six more sections of the shawl, each one taking approximately 8 hours (that’s 48 hours of knitting, folks). Then block it and wrap it.
The price: Put aside all other fiber projects, knitting and spinning alike, no matter how much I want to pick them up. No longer will this be my knit night project. This must be my every-spare-moment-until-I-get-it-done project.
With a groan, I settled down to the task.
Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed this project and the Isager yarn was gorgeous to work with. But 48 hours of 8×8 rib? Can we say OOG?
Tonight I peeled the shawl off my blocking boards. It was a photo finish, just hours before departure. Before I wrapped it, I took pictures to share.
As I was snapping away up in the craft room I had a sudden niggling feeling of deja vu. I’ve seen this shawl somewhere before.
In the back of my mind I heard Donny Osmond singing:
I look handsome I look smart,
I am a walking work of art.
Such a dazzling coat of many colors.
How I love my coat of many colors.
Oh good grief! I just knitted the amazing technicolor dream coat. Err…stole.
Now I’m sunk. I’m going to have that song in my head ALL WEEK. Andrew Lloyd Webber, get out of my head. Out out out!