During Blog Week, there were several times where I could have written about this yarn and the way it has haunted me for nearly two years. I don't know why I didn't. Shame? Remorse? Wistful longing too intense to face?
But it's okay. I'm ready now. And it's all thanks to one of the most popular knitting patterns around.
At the time of this writing, Clapotis has 17,454 projects listed on Ravelry, making it second only to a sweet little pair of fingerless mitts by the name of Fetching, which has 17,678 projects.
Now, I'm the type of gal who will often dismiss something simply because it's popular. I'm just a rebel like that. I usually try to show some love to that which is more obscure and under-appreciated for its value. But sometimes (okay, frequently) I'm forced to admit that something is popular not just for popularity's sake, but because it is just. That. Good.
I have tried several times to knit something from the fuzzy sewing thread that is Filatura Di Crossa's Baby Kid Extra Print. The first couple of times I couldn't make it past the guage swatch. Then, I found a simple top-down sweater pattern that it would have been lovely in, but I made it only an inch or so along before setting it down and forgetting where I left off.
I needed something simple. Something I could work on when the mood struck me without having to spend 27 minutes re-familiarizing myself with the pattern. And Clapotis fits that bill perfectly.
So at Open Knit yesterday, when I found myself in great need of a break from preparing blanket squares for assembling, I set to work. Of course, I sort of forgot that it's best to get into the rythm of a pattern before sitting amongst friends and chatting so I didn't get very far then. But I picked it back up when the kids went to bed and found I had to force myself to put it down and go to sleep before I made any mistakes! And I didn't want to cry once!
Yes, I totally meant to frame it around the coordinating splatters of paint my artistic children have left upon my table.
I am fully aware that this elation is likely to change to frustration when it comes time to drop the stitches. The fuzzies with snag and catch, I know. There will be much sighing and counting to ten with eyes closed as I very delicately and intentionally put run after run down the lovingly created fabric.
But I believe it will be more than worth it in the end. I will no longer be haunted by fuzzy sewing thread and the promise of all it could be. Instead, I will have myself a light and airy vision of romantic loveliness.
Cuz that is so me.
Note: The colorway I am using has been discontinued and I no longer have it in stock, but at the time of this writing I do still have two other choices available. Please contact me for more information.
