I am not a sports person. I can identify many of them if I see them – “That is a baseball!” “That is a hockey puck!” “Look, that woman is bicycling!” – but I don’t know a lot about the rules, players, or records. My life feels okay, despite this.
Yet, I love the Olympics. Not the player bios that all seem to have tragedies-overcome-redemption videos that NBC dwells on far too much, but the actual Olympic events. I watch the Super G, even though I don’t know what the G stands for without a quick google. I watch the biathelon with my son, who is intrigued by sports that require weapons. I spent a lot of time this week discussing curling with my friends. (We all want to try curling, mostly for the teflon shoe sliding. )
It is weird, and not easily explained, but every two years I get all settled in and watch non-stop sports (with breaks for night, and work) and then I forget all about sports until the next time the flame is lit.
There used to be a knitting Olympics. I don’t know if it still exists online, but people would start a project during the opening ceremonies, and race to be done with it before the flame was extinguished at the end. I decided to do a knitting Olympics project this year.
Snow colored yarn seemed appropriate. And an outdoorsy sort of pattern, since all those skiers and snowboarders are going to be out in frozen nature for their competitions. Plus I’m back on a lace knitting kick. Understoried, the wrap version, fit all the right criteria. I cast on during the opening ceremonies.
And, like a crashing speed skater, I quickly realized that I will not be bringing home the gold. How did I think I could knit 1000 yards of fingering yarn in two weeks? Especially since right after I began, I had to stop to knit a hat my son demanded for an upcoming camping trip.
I’m on the 8th repeat of the first chart of Understoried. The chart requires 14 repeats. There are four or five more charts to come. I am announcing now that this wrap is not going to get finished by the end of the final ceremonies. I’m going to be that last struggling athlete across the finish line. Sometime in March, maybe.
But it is lovely to knit, and it is growing, albeit slowly, and I’m still going to call it my Olympic wrap. Someday, when it is done.
My son’s hat was a much speedier knit, and my official finish for the week. I’ve knit a number of hats from this pattern in the past, and it never fails to please. Stretchy so it fits many head sizes, adaptable to any yarn, a little twisted stitch cable detail to keep it from being boring. It is a winner, deserving of time on the podium. The pattern is Jesse’s Christmas hat. The yarn is a random unlabeled green from the stash that my son chose. I’m just now noticing it is remarkably similar in looks to the one posted on the pattern’s website!
I knit the finished hat, and also began the unfinished wrap, while we were in Seattle this weekend. We watched the opening ceremonies from our hotel room and then spent much of the weekend out revisiting favorite tourist sites – eating crumpets and smoothies at Pike Place Market, watching the octopus at the aquarium, going up in the waterfront ferris wheel, and riding across the Sound on a ferry. It was a really wonderful break, and the kind hotel bartender even let us have control of the cable remote so we could keep the TV filled with alpine skiing and curling matches in the evenings while we met up with relatives.
We’re back at home now, and back to work, but there is a four day weekend coming up quickly, so me and my knitting will be parked in front of the TV, cheering on the best of the best.