Another Actual Finished Object

I know. It’s been like months and months (or at least it seems that way from here) but I’ve managed to crank out yet another finished object in the space of about a week. Yay me!



This pillow is made of red corduroy fabric, containing a panel of hand spun wool knit on 20mm needles. (Yes, I know. Twenty mm needles don’t exist on conversion charts, but they bear a clear 20 on the ends, and they are slightly larger than my US 35/19mm needles, so I maintain that they are indeed 20mm needles.) I stuffed it with a 21 x 21 pillow form.



I blogged about spinning the fiber here and here. It didn’t take long at all to knit up. I think I finished this on the drive to New Mexico in March. But then the backlog of higher priority projects, combined with excessive travel demands, pushed completion to the back burner.

Originally I had envisioned making two pillows, and having the knit panel cover one entire side. However, not only did I not have sufficient pencil roving to achieve this (1 coil spun loosely made 1 singles) but even adding two singles of another dark-colored roving to ply, and knitting at a large gauge, it only produced enough length to make approximately 1 16x16 panel. So I modified my design to create a piped window of corduroy surrounding the knit panel.

I actually like the resulting look better than the original design. How often does that happen?!

I have enough fabric to make a second pillow. But I think I’ll set this on the back burner, and not even call it an unfinished future project. So much to be done, and so little time!

The one year anniversary of moving into our home is coming up late August. My intention is to have each room in our house looking “finished” and “decorated.” That is to say, when strangers to walk in I want them to believe the house is done, though we will know that we have plans to rip this or that out, replace that other thing, tear down that butt-ugly thing, etc. That goes for the yard, too.

Unfortunately, for twenty-two years we lived in a home that was filled with obviously unfinished projects. I’m not sure I know how to live any other way.