I love almost everything about the Soumak Scarf Wrap. First, it is beautiful:
The pattern, designed by Lisa Richardson for Rowan 54, appeals to me on every level.
Second, I love the shape. I am not inspired by the countless thousands of triangular or crescent shawl patterns being cranked out lately. (Don’t get me wrong – many of these are drop-dead gorgeous. It’s just that I know I won’t be wearing them. I’ve even knit some beautiful ones and they don’t get worn.) Give me a giant, rectangular wrap, however, and I am all over it. My Cabled Rib shawl, which is a big, rectangular wrap, is a wardrobe staple and gets worn all the time.
Third, I love the colours. I’m crazy about the juxtaposition of these shades, which I don’t think I would have put together myself. They have such a rich, glorious palette, that looks so autumnal. Here is a photo of the yarn for this project piled into a huge copper pot:
I also love the fact that the shawl takes on an entirely different hue when it is in the sunlight. It is like having two shawls in one, with entirely different personalities. It also changes dramatically according to the background colour. I think this makes it practically sentient: it is ALIVE and fluid and reactive. Here are two photos of it, in different lights:
I also love the yarn. This is knit with Rowan Fine Tweed, which I adore. It is so perfectly tweedy, so rich and vibrant, comes in so many fabulous shades, and makes the best colourwork. This yarn just makes me happy.
Ok, so we have established beyond a doubt that I love the Soumak Wrap. So, why in the heck is this project still on my needles more than A YEAR after casting on????? Why can’t I finish this baby? What can possibly be the trouble with Soumak?
Here is where my Soumak sits:
Why does it sit there? Because this is where I sit (and knit) when I watch TV:
Soumak, you see, is my TV knitting. It is the project I pick up when I watch TV. And therein lies the problem. I hate TV. I rarely, if ever, watch it. Here is a true story. A few weeks ago when Doug was in India, I read a newspaper article about someone re-making the movie Ghostbusters with an all-female cast. I got a wild idea to watch “Ghostbusters.” (I was a student at Columbia University when they filmed Ghostbusters there. The movie is now thirty years old. Yikes!) I cooked myself a nice dinner, poured a glass of wine, sat down with my Soumak to knit and watch the DVD, and realized that I didn’t know how to turn it on. Doug telephoned around this time, and I had to ask him for instructions. (In my defense, the DVD is run through the PS3 and through the stereo and needs more than one set of remotes to activate.) Doug gave me careful instructions and then had to run; try as I might I couldn’t get the damn thing to work and had to text Emma, in Vancouver, for supplemental help! It took three people on three continents to turn on the movie!
When the girls were still around, I would often sit with them and knit while they watched something. Now that they are gone, the concept of TV knitting seems to be generally problematic. If I have a choice between reading and watching TV, reading ALWAYS wins. So where does this leave my Soumak? Not finished, that’s where!
I have two options here. First, I could learn to like TV for the sake of my knitting. Second, I could re-christen Soumak: instead of my TV knitting project, I can make it my Morning-coffee knitting project, or my audiobook knitting project, or maybe even my Zen-quiet-peaceful knitting project. I think the trouble with Soumak is definitional.