Jane Austen is one of my favourite authors for so many reasons, including the aesthetic ideals of her period. So when Sanguine Gryphon where asking for literary inspired patterns for their winter line, I didn’t have to look far for inspiration.
Every woman who has ever read one of Jane Austen’s books, or seen a screen play of one of them, finds themselves filled with a longing to wear some of the beautiful garments depicted in them. As knitters, our thoughts turns to flowing lace garments knotted with delicate ribbons, all in the most delightful shades of soft pink and greens, trapping that romantic feeling Austen’s words gives us. But then we sober up and start thinking: “Can I really knit a lace gown? Isn’t that very difficult? How will I ever be able to knit the garment of my dreams?”.
Fear not, Her Fit Flowed Long is not a difficult knit! It is knitted from the top down and starts at the pointed lace edging at the neck, from which stitches are picked up for the back. After the sleeves are finished, it all comes together as one piece with even the lace edgings being knitted at the same time as the rest.
There’s a lot of different stitch patterns in it, to make it grow wider within the lace pattern, but as long as you keep good track of your k2tog, yo, ssk and other lace stitches you will find yourselves at the hemline soon enough. And with very little sewing to be done, all you need to do is block it, lace in the ribbon, put on your best dress and start wearing it.
There’s lots of prejudices about lace knitting, but it’s time to take a closer look at them and, like Miss Elizabeth Bennet, the heroine of Pride and Prejudice, throw them away so that they will not stand in way of your dreams. Cast off your prejudices and take pride in your ability to knit a lace gown!
To make sure that everyone can knit this gown I have written the pattern for sizes XS-5XL! So head over to Sanguine Gryphon for the pattern, bring out your yarn and needles and start knitting and you will soon find yourself in the company of Mr Darcy where Her Wit Flowed Long