The Citron’s Tale

Today is the first day of the 2014 Knitting and Crochet Blog Week.  Eskimmi has an exciting week of topics planned and I’m hoping to be able to keep up.  The topic for Day 1 is a day in the life of a knitted object, either finished or in progress.  My citron decided to tell it’s story.  So, here is the citron’s tale.

I started as many project’s do – a new pattern in Knitty that was sweeping through my knitter’s group like the flu.  Everyone was knitting one and so I was born.  She picked me from the wide array of colors of Malabrigo Lace that was available.  All her friends chose one of the other colors.  Some chose yellow, some green, some blue and she chose me – Molly.  I guess she was going more grapefruit with her citron and not lemon or lime.  She cast me on in January, 2010 and slowly plugged away.  I’m a simple pattern but I just keep getting larger and then there is the ruffle and everyone knows ruffles take forever!

One of her friends finished hers and brought it in one Thursday night to show off.  She became concerned as the finished project was a little smaller than she had imagined.  Her friend let everyone know that she would have added one more pattern repeat but she had run out of yarn.  Immediately she went and bought my friend who was luckily still on the shelf waiting for a home.  It was at that point she decided to add another pattern repeat to make me a little longer.

She was almost finished with me and it was time for vacation so she chose me as her vacation project!  I was the perfect plane knitting because at that point she was at the ruffle so there was just a lot and a lot of knitting.  She worked and worked and finished me on the plane on the way to Key West.  For her it was a pretty quick project as I was done in April, of the same year!!!!  I looked pretty good – check me out!



Over the next three years I was worn to all sorts of places.  I was a nice lightweight shawlette to throw on cold shoulders in the warmer summer weather.  Then, one day last year, she decided to wash all her hand knit shawls.  Don’t ask me why, we’re all terrified of water!!  I knew it wasn’t going to end well when she casually tossed me in the washer but there wasn’t anything I could do.  It was a cold, but gentle 20 minute cycle and boy was she surprised when she pulled me out and I was a 1/3 of the size I was when I went in. Everyone else who went in with me survived – I was the only casualty.  At first she didn’t know what to do with me but then she decided I would make a great chair cover and so here I am in what is probably my final resting place – still not so bad!


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