Pattern: Crochet Stitch Motifs by Erika Knight, p. 164, “Prairie Motif,” rounds 1 – 4.
Yarn: Takhi Cotton Classic
Hook: 3.25 mm
I left off the last round of this one because it was already plenty big for a coaster after four rounds — which is kind of a shame, because the last round was supposed to be yellow again and would have made this look even cooler. These motifs do vary in size quite a bit, and the book doesn’t really give you any way of knowing how big something is going to turn out to be — the samples are worked in a variety of yarn weights, which you can sort of tell by eyeballing them, but I do wish there had been some written indication of this. (Such as a note in the pattern of the yarn weight and finished size, so that I could have some way of guessing how big they’ll turn out with my yarn.)
In ridiculous knitting news, yesterday I was drunk at Barnes & Noble at like 10:30 at night (it happens sometimes), and nearly made two ill-advised knitting purchases, but I managed to talk myself out of Nancy Bush’s classic Knitted Lace of Estonia, figuring that I could probably get it used online if I really wanted it. What I did drunkenly purchase was Vogue Knitting Stitchionary Volume Five: Lace Knitting, which I’d been lusting after since it hit the stands a few weeks ago. The Barnes & Noble at my local New Jersey mall has very cleverly situated their knitting books directly opposite their graphic novels, so my nerdy male friends and I successfully amused ourselves for half an hour or so before the movie started. I’m imagining a world where I use this book to start doing some designing in lace, but, you know, I also have a dissertation to write — so we’ll see.
Here are today’s bonus pictures:
This is the brand-new, just-planted sunken English rose garden at Deep Cut Park, one of the more remarkable parks around here. Actually, the Monmouth County Park system is phenomenal; I didn’t realize how rare & wonderful all our amazing parks are until I moved away. This particular park is on the grounds of what used to be a mansion belonging to notable mobster Vito Genovese, but it “mysteriously” burned down right around the time that the cops were going to come for him, so the county seized the land and converted its wonderful gardens into a park. For my entire childhood, though, this sunken area with the stone walls was just a bunch of grass. A few months ago the county finally got the resources together to reconstruct Genovese’s original rose garden from aerial photos (almost certainly taken by the police!), and the new garden just opened a week or so ago. My dad and I are guessing that all those little bushes are going to grow up and be trimmed into square hedges, and the whole effect will be positively Alice-in-Wonderlandish.
The garden is great, and it’s really cool that they were able to reconstruct it, but I can’t help but laugh at what New Jersey considers history worth preserving. I mean, it’s not like they’re Martha Washington’s roses, or Eleanor Roosevelt’s. They’re the roses of Vito frigging Genovese, notorious drug lord, murderer, and leader of the Genovese crime family — and that’s pretty damn funny.