I first saw this Oat Couture Curlicue Coverlet on Kate’s blog. It was cute, and I’ve had good luck with an Oat Couture blanket pattern in the past. Kate had some choice words about it, though, in a post entitled (appropriately) Meltdown:
By now I was starting to freak out a little. I tried fixing the stitches again, but now there were not only holes, but great big loops of yarn sticking out of the holes. It was as if SATAN had taken over my knitting.
A stream of profanity began to pour from my mouth, startling my mother and sister. I started to hyperventilate as I realized I was going to have to frog. I slowly ripped out a few rows, then violently ripped out a few more, then threw the whole thing across the room and burst into hysterical tears. I mean, I was SOBBING. I think it was partly due to pent-up theatre stress, but DAMN. It was ridiculous. Fortunately, my family members all know what to do in a situation like this. Mommy ran for kleenex and a cold wet washcloth for my forehead, and Elizabeth ran into the kitchen and got me a great big Tanqueray and tonic. Ethan just stood there and stared at me disgustedly.
Oh? Kleenex, cold wet washcloth, and Tanqueray and tonic, you say? I am not the type to back down from a challenge, and those ingredients certainly implied that a challenge was to be had.
Then, lo and behold, my coworker S. gets pregnant – she is expecting a girl in mid-January – perfect excuse to knit this challenge of a blanket. I got some yarn (remember all that Hand Work Cora I got?) and now needed to hunt down the pattern.
I went to the Oat Couture website to check the list of distributors, and then I saw the ominous warning on the pattern description itself: “This beautiful coverlet is not for the faint of heart.”
Not for the faint of heart, you say?
This is like waiving a red flag in front of a bull – the temptation, the excitement, the challenge was almost too much to handle.
But it gets better.
I hunt down a copy of the pattern at the always-delightful Wild & Woolly in Lexington. The owner, Jackie, is checking me out, takes one look at the pattern, and says, “Good luck!” “Oh?” I ask. She tells me that she gave that pattern and some yarn to her very best sample knitter, and she came back several months later saying that she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t finish it, it was too complicated.
All I have to say is, bring it on, Curlicue, bring it ON! I’ve got España Cañí playing in the back of my head – let’s dance this paso doble.0 likes