My bag of orts hardly reduced by my progress, here’s more Motley:
It’s rather chaotic, but I like it. For the record, I’m using US #8 needles, which are quite large for fingering weight. But the odds and ends I’m knitting with are not all of uniform thickness. Some are regulation fingering weight sock yarns, like Regia, or Fortissima. Some are heavier, like Koigu, or Dale Baby. But all fall into the 9-6.5 stitches per inch range. Since this is a throw and not something like a sock or mitten that needs a sturdy fabric, using these finer yarns on larger needles is minimizing the gauge difference among them all.
I’m about a third of the way through the center rectangle. When that’s done, I’ll probably fill in the little triangle bits at the top or bottom, then do a narrow mitered edge around using a solid color. After the unifying band is on, I’ll finish off the thing with some sort of edging, also done in haphazard small quantity multicolor.
There’s no guarantee however that the current “bottom” edge will remain so. I can add stripes to either end, so long as I maintain the joining rhythm, with raised join edges appearing on every other seam. The other “rule” I’ve hit upon is that unless the quantity left when I get to the end of a stripe is very small, or the yarn’s color variations are giant, I am beginning a new color for each new stripe. I do note that my color selections are consistent. There are reds, purples, yellows and greens in there (and the occasional snippet of turquoise), but most are variations of those tones that harmonize well with deep blues. For example, there aren’t any baby pastels or desert tones in the thing.
Working on this is bringing up memories of the various projects that fed my bag of leftovers. Socks and baby projects knit at particular places, for specific people come to mind as I address each tiny remnant. Although I hope I’ve got a way to go to the Madame Defarge stage, coding the names of the damned next to the guillotine, I do remember details of conference presentations and lectures I knit through as their sock leftovers come to hand.
And finally the explanation for the cryptic “on the road” designation, and for the uncharacteristic bright photo of the piece. I’m in Florida, visiting my mom, and took the photo here in her bright and cheery marble-floored apartment, rather than our darker New England home. Here we are enjoying the view off her balcony and being spoiled rotten. Not necessarily in that order.