Not quite a hundred years ago a treaty was signed, signalling the end of hostilities on the Western Front of an awful, bloody war. Battles continued on other fronts, and other wars followed. In some cases, the messes we are in today are related, either directly or once removed from that "War to End All Wars." Such sobering thoughts for such a beautiful Fall day.
Up in keeping with the tradition in these parts, I've pinned a poppy to my lapel:
It was a quick little thing and took me just a few minutes to whip up.
Materials:
* a small bit (+-30 yds) of red yarn - I used worsted weight.
* an even smaller bit (+-20 yds) of green yarn - again, worsted weight
* a suitable button and matching thread or black yarn for the pistils.
* a pair of needles. I used some US size 4 double-pointed ones, because they were the first things I picked up. Gauge isn't really important, so use whatever you like/have in front of you.
* a safety pin.
CO 28 stitches.
Rows 1-4: Knit on odd rows, purl on even rows.
Row 5: K2tog to end (14 stitches).
Row 6: Purl to end.
Row 7: K2tog to end (7 stitches).
Row 8: Purl to end.
Row 9: K2tog, knit remaining stitch. (4 stitches).
With darning needle, thread tail end of yarn through live stitches, pull tight and secure. Sew two ends of fabric together to make a circle. Sew button to front (or embroider a proper set of pistils to your poppy).
If desired, on center back of flower, pick up two stitches, and make I-cord stem of desired length from green yarn. Weave in all ends, make sure stem is secure, add a safety pin, and wear in Good Health and Remembrance.
4 comments:
They shall grow not old, as we who are left grow old;
Age shall not wither them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We shall remember them.
From 'For the fallen', Lawrence Binyon
Thanks, Bob. Hopefully you and Ali are doing okay. Please drop a line when you get the chance. x
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae, May 3, 1915
Hi
I found this via pinterest. I am going to make a couple for my children - they have such trouble keeping the paper ones on for more than 5mins.
Thabk you for giving instructions - your poppy looks lovely.
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