Six. What’s your problem?
It seems that every time I choose a project to knit, I’m picking up those size six needles again. It’s become quite a joke in my circle of knitters… what size needle do you need? Of course, a six. I’m sure I understand the attraction. The fabric that falls beneath those size six needles is “mine”. It’s not too bulky, not too fine. In the words of Goldilocks, I find that fabric to be “just right”.
and so, it goes… Yes please, I’d like another size six. I must own a hundred of those things. In my knitting bag today, I’m working on a lacey wrap, a cute linen blend skirt, a woolen mitered blanket, a heavily cabled aran pullover, and a little top down childs cardigan – and yes… they’re ALL on size six.
I know better. My hands deserve to be treated with a little more respect. It’s dangerous to let those sixes get ahold of me for so long.
… and yet I continue to seek out yarns that will fall beneath the needles in that “just right” way. That size six way.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll do better. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be a smarter knitter and recognize that I should knit on other sizes to give my poor hands a break. Maybe tomorrow I won’t sit here whining about “the claw” that has replaced the hand that used to make those needles fly.
Maybe, but probably not. 😉Tags: aran, fabric, goldilocks, Knitting, lace, linen, needles, wool