The Selfish Gene, my current book, is the source of the word “meme” — you know, like the things people tag each other with on blogs. One blogger wrote that “meme” meant “Me! Me!” which struck me as a revealing piece of folk etymology. Really, a meme is a cultural bit that can be passed along just as the biological bits called “genes” are. Language. Songs. Knitting.
As I was puzzling over the Headline News cap, I remembered that one of my English knitting books recommended dressing tams (blocking caps, we would say here in Humburger-a-Go-Go Land) over a plate. Choosing a suitably-sized flat circular thing, I pulled the cap right over it, and found that it was indeed time to decrease.
So I went to the pattern, and found — a single decrease on the leading edge of each stockinette section. On alternate rows. Surely not, I thought. This would give you nice spiral decreases, wouldn’t it? And while I rather like spiral decreases, they would surely interfere with the cables. I am doing paired decreases. On every fourth row, in an effort to keep the speed of the decreases the same as the pattern.
I realize that I have, at this point, essentially given up on the pattern. Who knows what I will end up with?
There are still shawls sitting in my knitting basket. And, as I wait for wool to arrive in the mail, my stash of Highland Wool is calling to me, “Remember us? Fair Isle! Fair Isle!” I am resolutely ignoring all those hot wooly cries. It is easier than you might think, in this heat. Cotton, and small things. That’s all.