A long, long time ago I cast on a wrap for my sister. It was to be the biggest version of Brooklyn Tweed’s Topiary, a geometric, cabled wrap designed by Michelle Wang for the company that looked just lovely in the pattern photos. I’ve used Jared Flood’s patterns before, and found them to be well written, beautiful and clear. The models are apparently all friends of the designer, and are not only gorgeous but epitomise fresh-faced American youth, full of eager potential in their stunning hand knitted garments. Just look at her, she’s so beautifully happy with her Topiary wrap:
What’s not to like? I bought the pattern and plunged in. And quickly realised I was out of my depth. Once I had mastered the actual reading of the chart (aided by an attack with some highlighter pens) I realised that I would never be able to memorise it or be able to knit it with anything other than maximum concentration. At first, this was ok: I was breastfeeding Otis to sleep (yes, I started this years ago) and so had a good hour or so every evening of being pinned to the bed. It was a good use of the time. But then it was put away once I realised it wouldn’t meet the birthday, then the Christmas deadlines; and then it languished. I tried to take it up again a few times, but my heart wasn’t in it. I also had made the error of using a slightly hazy yarn which rendered the time and effort put into all those tiny cables completely pointless, so poor was the stitch definition.
I was a third of the way through and I just realised I had to give up. After gloomily contemplating frogging the whole thing, I decided to just cast it off, fold it in half and seam it to make a cushion.
I still love the pattern, even with the poor stitch definition, and am actually rather pleased with it.
My lovely sister is rather inundated with cushions (her own doing, so I presume she must like them), and I know her husband relishes the chucking of cushions with gusto to make room for actual people on their sofa. She seemed happy with it, and to be honest I mostly feel relief: that it’s finished with, and that I can rummage in my knitting bag without coming across it and feeling the UFO (Unfinished Object) Guilt. Farewell, Topiary!