Now that my commission is safely in the hands of its new owner, I feel like I can tell you what it is:
Leg Warmers! Made with six different colors of Berroco’s Ultra Alpaca, these babies are 19 glorious inches of K1-P1 rib that will hug the leg, slouch, or pretty much do whatever you want them to. The pattern I contrived using mostly my own cleverness and a set of size 4 dpns.
Now, you might not know this, but one of the inevitable results of this many color changes is that when you finish and turn your work inside out, it looks something like this:
Every time you switch to another color, you switch colors. And, at least in this pattern, it’d look crappy to hold the old color as it travels up a contrasting stripe until you’re going to use it again, so you cut it and leave a tail. Thus, you’re left with about a kajillion tail ends to weave in.
I keep hearing about knitters who hate weaving in ends. I believe the YH even said that once, after finishing a particularly crazy intarsia number, she turned it inside out and saw all the ends to weave in, and “suffered a fit of apoplexy and threw it in the garbage.” Or something like that.
The odd thing is, I kind of like weaving in ends. It’s like a reward, somehow, for all those color changes…. like tucking in your shirt. It just feels right, when i’m finished something.
But I wouldn’t feel that way if I hadn’t knit the project, so if I wake up tomorrow and find a bag of knitted objects on my doorstep, finished except for the ends woven in, do not think I will take them in and finish them for you. That’d be like… garnishing a dish someone else had cooked. Weird. And less fun. (Of course if it’s a really nice knitted object, I might weave in the ends and… keep it to myself.)
But in this case, at least, I wove the ends in while watching Jared play video games on Saturday night, and now they are finished, happy, blocked, and getting used to their new home.
(The above picture is not their new home. Those are my legs, and their new owner would probably never wear them on bare legs, un-scrunched, with rolled up jeans, standing on a coffee table. That’ll teach me to do a photo shoot for a finished object at 11:30 p.m. after weaving in 50 ends.)
Also, if you are odd like me, you may look at your big pile of ends, that had just been neatly trimmed from the woven-in parts, and find yourself inclined to get some hot water and felt them all together into a cat toy.
However, as I learned from making this little bobble, you could probably get about the same product by feeding all the ends to a cat and waiting a couple of hours.