Is it only me, or have other knitters been driven to the edge where sanity crosses over into insanity by Seed Stitch? There must be extant clips from diaries, journal entries, knitting notes, documenting the row by row erosion of reason that occurs when working the Seed Stitch Pattern, especially when it is broken up into separate panels one of which is divided 9″ (23 cm) into the pattern ceasing the knitting in the round and changing it to knitting flat in rows.
When prestigious knitting oeuvres describe the Seed Stitch Pattern their tone drips with condescension over its simplicity. Only a complete fool could screw it up. Two stitches: a knit and a purl make up the pattern. Whether I care or not about technical matters the knitting books drive home the point that technically this is a k1, p1 rib broken on every row. The unwritten point here: it’s the simplest of ribbings and if the knitter messes it up, then the knitter best look to finger painting as a hobby. The thing to keep in mind is all knit stitches are purled, all purled stitches are knit. Simple. Do the opposite of what the stitch is that’s on the needle.
When I have to keep straight the 108 to 144 sts on my needles, 40 to 60 of which are separated into Seed Stitch panels of 13 sts or more and the knitting is in the round and there’s a braid whose stitches, rows, and crosses need to also be kept straight and I am not following any directions I am making it up as I go and writing it down, something is going to give.
Accounting for each and every Seed Stitch on each and every row, through divisions and decreases is a little like counting grains of sand on a beach. The mind, and rightfully so, takes a hike. It comprehends the insanity inherent in the task and says, “Let me know when you come to your senses and I’ll be back.” After accounting for every seed stitch on the body of the baby carrier along with the stitches, crosses and rows on the braids, my mind said, “Adios” when I began the first sleeve.
I had 43 stitches on my double pointed needles (the sleeve is worked in the round) and I only had to work 11 rows of seed stitch. Forty-three measly stitches. After finishing the 11 rows I looked at my work, because now came the tricky part, and I realized that whatever it was that I had on my dpns was not the seed st pattern. The feeling was the exact same feeling of horror I experienced the first and last time I ever went fishing as a kid. The excitement over catching a fish quickly transformed when what I pulled up was a rather large eel, not a fish. In my panic, I threw pole and the still hooked eel right into the water and ran back to the car. Of course my father retrieved the pole and set loose the eel. But that was it for me and fishing.
They say good, soothing things about finger painting. I understand that it is used with success by mental health specialists in helping patients. Some paper, non-toxic paint pots…how simple. Only a fool could screw it up.