I felt that Zenzo’s lampshades deserved a stitch I hadn’t tried before. I riffled through my trusty old Mon Picot book of stitches and this caught my attention, although I can’t think why. The photo does the stitch no justice, and the yellow is so disgusting that it offends my aesthetic discernment. It is also called “shell stitch” but looks nothing like a shell to me – unless they were thinking of mussel shells? But I am perverse. (I think now of Walt Whitman who said, “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large and contain multitudes.”)
I tried the stitch. I got it all wrong. I ripped it out. I tried again. It worked. I love it. I finished a whole lampshade. One down, nine to go.
I’m going to take it with me just now when I go down the road to return last night’s dvd and show it to Zenzo. It’s fine, he already knows I’m a bit daft (as Rowena would say).
To be continued…