Sunday, July 15, 2007

Blanket Statement

I adore Dear Friend Elizabeth, not least for the fact that she brings such color to life. As readers will have noted, the Pilgrim's natural state is typically of a more somber hue. In fact, confronted, once, with an array of colorful cashmere in a certain fashion emporium in Los Angeles (okay, Armani it was - there, I said it), one felt a certain affinity for - nay, compulsion towards the gray. Indeed, confided, did I, in my dutiful attendant one of my myriad and most abiding fashion mantras: "One can never have too many gray sweaters." Bringing forefinger to chin in thoughtful pose, he carefully considered; then concurred: "I think I would have to agree."

But I digress.

Dear Friend Elizabeth. The Pilgrim delights whenever she journeys into my neck of the woods. Most recently, when she came by for a polite cocktail (yes - the Pilgrim is a Pilgrim, not a prude), she whipped from her bag a yellow alpaca cloud - a butter and sugar confection she called a piggyback blanket that she was industriously, unselfishly whipping up for a friend.

After she had departed again towards self imposed exile to balmier climes (another story for another time), one's mind drifted again and again to her nimble-fingered flight of fancy. One pined for the color and excitement of piggyback glory! And not of gray. Oh no no no. One longed for color in sinful, seductive swirls, crazed and unfettered in exceptional hue!

Thus, the Piggyback Throw:


Sounds suspiciously, one realizes, like some hayseed hoe-down (Spin your partner, do-si-do, all line up for the Piggyback Throw!), but no. 'Tis merely one of my latest obsessions. Check back in, won't you, now and again, to catch up on a Pilgrim's progress.....

3 comments:

liz black said...

i can't believe your piggy back........it's too moch.........so purrrfect!!!!!!!!!!
just like you...........

The Ninny said...

i do really like this blanket. is this a pattern that you got from somewhere? or did you make it up? i need some inspiration for a baby blanket for a friend, and this could be perfect.

Knitty Pilgrim said...

In sooth, Dear Friend Elizabeth talked me through the steps on this confounding device called the telephone. It is quite simple - and endlessly repetitive. Perfect for whiling away the hours before that other confounding contraption - the television set.

I will try to write it up in a form that one could easily follow. Bear with me...