My silly Arroyo shot

The guy who programmed the HVAC in my office is a sadist. I say this having never met the person — it’s possible “he” could be a very loving grandmother of six. Still, regardless of gender or familial status, I maintain that the HVAC programmer is a right sadist because every day, regardless of the outside temperature, I sit under a blower spilling out 32°F air and I freeze.

The remedies run the gamut of my wardrobe: lightweight jackets, scarfs, shawls, hoodies and the black overcoat from 1995 that I’m never getting rid of, ever.

Arroyo’s another soldier in my battle against the cold — slightly more professional than say, the torn black hoodie with the hot pink Anarchist symbol that I normally prefer. It was also salvo against triangle shawls. As beautiful as they are, I don’t find them to be wearable. Throw a triangle around my shoulders and it’s Hello, Aunt Sally, how are all your cats?

Designing the pattern was fun. During the last weeks of 2010, I played around with graph paper and an Estonian lace compendium, and I swatched. I swatched a lot. I think I’ve previously mentioned that I hate swatching. I swatched like crazy here. Every free moment was spent swatching, or blocking a swatch, or pinning up a swatch at my desk and pestering coworkers about the latest swatch.

(I still hate swatching.)

Once I had a lace pattern that I liked, it was a matter of deciding on the wrap’s particular shape and then knitting like the dickens until it was done.

Posted: 10 Jan, 2011 | [12] Comments
Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: | By: sarahwolf.