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Back in April I started doing a lot of very very fiddly intarsia. I swore about this for a while, carefully not providing details, since the person I was making it for occasionally reads this journal. I was working on a hat for them, and since they were one of the people who got me into Echo Bazaar, and since the Brass Embassy is probably the hottest place in the setting[1], I tried to knit up something that looked vaguely flame-y.
( Before and after. )
(Because of course, taking nearly three weeks and... uhm... seventy different pieces of yarn, I think? Anyway, taking that long to knit a hat is something to brag about. Yes. >.> )
Anyway. I learnt I can do intarsia even when it doesn't get felted afterwards, and that it is possible, technically, to do reversible cables, although they work best on symmetrical abstract designs. Call it progress.
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[1] Dances on floors of red-hot brass, dinner parties that leave one strangely unsatisfied, and, of course--Abstraction.
( Before and after. )
(Because of course, taking nearly three weeks and... uhm... seventy different pieces of yarn, I think? Anyway, taking that long to knit a hat is something to brag about. Yes. >.> )
Anyway. I learnt I can do intarsia even when it doesn't get felted afterwards, and that it is possible, technically, to do reversible cables, although they work best on symmetrical abstract designs. Call it progress.
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[1] Dances on floors of red-hot brass, dinner parties that leave one strangely unsatisfied, and, of course--Abstraction.
