Grafting is one of those bits of knitting that can look a little like magic if you’re not used to it. You take two rows of live stitches, sew them together just the right way, and all of a sudden you can’t tell where anything started or ended.

It’s not hard, but it is precise. If you find it useful or amusing to listen to me talk about what I’m doing and noticing and thinking about as I do it, you can find a short version of that on instagram, and a longer version of it on patreon (it’s a public post, anyone can see it).

Or you can just revel in the glory of a tidy job well done and let the hows and whys remain a mystery!

P.S. Some folks probably have a different name for this, a name that comes from the genocidal maniac army officer best remembered for imprisoning tens of thousands of folks in concentration camps during the Boer War. He seems like a massive asshole, and I can’t think of a single good reason to keep using such a bad man’s name for such a useful technique, so I call it grafting instead.