Swatchless in Sudan
Saturday, August 21st, 2010When I was a kid, I was really into the Little House on the Prairie series, and was pretty sure I wanted to grow up and be a pioneer. Laugh if you wish, but for the past two years, I’ve been living in Sudan, working as a humanitarian aid worker. Although I’m now living in the capital city of Khartoum, where I have a fairly constant supply of electricity, water usually comes out of my tap, and pizza joints can be found on every block, my first year was spent in a place called Renk, where there was no electricity, water was delivered to our compound by a donkey pulling a big water barrel, and I spent every Saturday morning washing my ankle length skirts by hand. Evenings were spent with my knitting, frequently by candlelight when the generator fuel ran out. The pioneer life? Not as glamourous as I was expecting. The knitting? It kept me sane!
During a brief trip home to Kingston last summer I stopped into the local knitting store to stock up on a new project…I was looking for something that would take me a significant amount of time to finish and that would fill the long hours of the Southern Sudan evening. I consider myself an intermediate knitter…I’ve done cables and have made countless sweaters with fairly complicated patterns, but I’ve never attempted a multicoloured project. So I decided I was up for the challenge, and found a pattern that called for a multitude of different colours, and didn’t have a single repeating pattern in the entire sweater. As I stood in the store, slowly falling in love with the sweater, but slightly hesitating at the potential complexity of it, the store woman suggested that I choose something simpler, “for beginners”. That was all I needed. My pride kicked in. I filled up my basket with 12 different colours of yarn, 4 kinds of needles, and the incredibly daunting pattern, and headed home to pack it all in my suitcase to head back to Sudan.
Almost a year later, I have the body, and a sleeve and a half finished. I messed up one of the patterns in the body, but haven’t fixed it as I don’t have the patience to take out stitches. Besides, I figure it just adds character to the thing (or perhaps reveals a bit of mine). Parts of it have become faded from mistakenly leaving it in the window for long periods of time, it’s full of sand (Sudan is a desert), and I may have the odd mosquito or two imbedded into the stitches. My mother has told me repeatedly that she thinks I may have done it all wrong…a worry that becomes greater and greater as I approach the final stitches, and am faced with the challenge of cutting the front open to add a zipper (another thing I’ve never done before)…but I suppose on my next trip home I can always slink back into the wool store, pride between my legs, and ask the woman for help. Or, I can move back to Renk, where I’ll have lots of extra time to painstakingly unravel the whole thing and start over.
PS: My name is Melanie and I’m a friend of Rachel’s from Camp Hyanto….which seems like many many years ago!



But I was determine, so I casted on once more taking notes as I went, and instead of my more creative method of the colourworking I switched to trusty old Fair Isle knitting. Three colours all at once.






