I am SO GLAD, that I don't have any outside obligations today. Or, this evening rather, which means uninterrupted work at home. Thank you. On the other hand, it's been a fabulous week.
I love evening outdoor events–they're ideally suited for the portability of needlework. Additionally, if you attend with a non-needle working acquaintance, there's enough external stimulation for them, so your lack of eye contact doesn't come off as inattentive.
Well imagine my felicity, of knitting away on Sweet pea, in the company of two beautiful sisters, both of who are accomplished needle-workers. They were (congas please)–the energetically ubiquitous Michelle Bishop (pictured here crocheting, no less), and cosmically surrendered fiber artist, Zenobia Bailey.
Ms. Bishop informed me that one of her quilts in the exhibition sold, acquired by the Head of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. YOU GO, GIRL. Strike one up for diasporan modernity in quilting.
Standards of technique are not raised, and younger members of society do not find it encouraging to participate in a craft, that is constantly being heralded in antiquity, by cultural anthropologists and historians. Moreover, improvisation is a finely honed skill, that doesn't necessarily arise from poverty, cleverness or caprice. Ya'll know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Zenobia was crocheting on a circular floor piece (gasp! it was huge. That woman has some strong hands) for her exhibit and talk this Saturday.
The event that brought us together was Wattstax, a seminal movie in terms of the event itself, and the macramed web of emotions surrounding it, the people, the entertainers, the times, and–the vibe.
My friend Adam would have enjoyed the movie considering, that Wednesday night's party at Movida could have used that kind of energy earlier on rather than late. Kids, ya' need to stop drinking so much and dance more. You're in New York City now, not a bar crawl back home. Try again next week.
I sorely wished that Tiyee saw the movie. Taking into account, her youth, musicianship, and opinions on that era, I'm sure she would have found it historically entertaining.
She was fiercely entertaining on Wednesday night, at the Cutting Room. Her song "Time" was off the needle. Most notably, her versatility in handling an assortment of genres will launch her into popularity with a array of audiences. A sampling of that cross-section of the populace was representing, at the club. Ms. T, I am going to design an outfit for you yet!
Albeit, not right now.
The swatch that ate my brain increased to this, before I realized I needed to do one last step. Cotton knits can grow and I need to know how much, before I wear it. That said, I pinned the now post-shrunk swatch
(10" W x 9.625" L) to my photo wall and waited 24 hours to see what happened. Well, only .25" longer–one row. This doesn't take into account humidity, as the heat wave had already broken. The influence it has on garment length, is the reason why I wash my lighter cotton hand-knits in hot water and throw them in the dryer. They shrink back to the original length. Now I can press on to the armhole. Wow! the thought of a sleeveless shirt (sorry, dead batteries, spec pic later) and a baby-doll beaded tank in the same month is exhilarating!
Folks, don't be afraid of Cotton. It's good for you. It's a better hypo-allergenic alternative than Acrylic (which I'm allergic to). If you make a good swatch and treat it honestly, it won't lie to you. A wonderful explanation on the principles of knitting with cotton and, on proper swatching is given in the following articles (The Taunton Press): Designing with Spring and Summer Yarns by Deborah Newton, in Threads Magazine, Feb./Mar. 1991 (NO. 33), and An Accurate Knitting Gauge Made Easy by June Hemmonms Hiatt, also in Threads Magazine Feb./Mar. 1994. You may have to search, because I doubt if they are in print any longer. Don't let that stop you, nonetheless.