Finally got my act together and cast on for my “Punk Hands” !
Pattern is anarchy in the UK by the talented Alabamawhirly .
I don’t very much enjoy knitting pairs of things one at a time. Only one pair of socks has ever been produced by me. Sleeves and cardigan fronts are always worked two at a time, that’s how I learnt to knit a garment. As much as I love seamless patterns I dread having to work the sleeves separately – I worry that they won’t be identical.
This winter I have been living in my Alfredos that Ella had made for me – well now, they could do with a wash, so time to knit myself another pair of handwarmers.
The kit from Skein Queen arrived beautifully wrapped in tissue, check out the sticker!
Following Ella’s advice, I’m knitting them from the inside – in order to loosen my floats.
Then when I flip them to the other side …
So back to 1977…
From the perspective of a 15 year old living in St.Ives Cornwall, Punk was a refreshing revolution.
We were fortunate to have a venue in Penzance, The Wintz that drew the very best bands. Not only could the school band replicate the sound of punk, we could actually get to see bands that were in the charts !
There are gigs that stick out in my memory – the Pistols being up there. They were billed as,”A Mystery Band Of International Repute”, in order not to be banned from playing (I still haven’t seen Life of Brian which was banned from our cinema).
Standing outside, queuing up to get in, we didn’t look like “London Punks”. We just wore our jeans and a t-shirt, more of a hippy/rock look –although I do remember Simon, my brother, going to one gig in his sleeveless wetsuit vest and school tie – and I did pierce his ear with a safety pin…
The feeling in the line to the door was a cocktail of excitement and fear, the fear of not getting in because of the number of people in the queue far exceeded the number on the fire license.
The tiny venue was packed, but in a good way – we went there regularly and recognized most of the crowd. The energy from the stage was matched by that from the floor, we may not have looked like punks but we pogoed naturally. I remember buckets of sweat but thankfully no spitting !
I have no idea what the setlist was but, I did hear Anarchy in the UK, Pretty Vacant and the one that caused the biggest reaction in our neck of the woods, God Save the Queen.
Love that story and the mitts!
I would have been a punk if I had been allowed…I still hanker after dyed hair and love the fashions of Vivienne Westwood…she reminds me of my Grandma, just in looks mind you…lol!
I have this pattern, love the mitts!