Pattern originally purchased to use up the yarn from my frogged Falling Water, but I didn’t like the way it worked up in a plump, smooth solid; I much prefer it in this ever-so-slightly fuzzy semi-solid yarn.

The yarn is a souvenir skein from my 10th wedding anniversary trip to London. I was in a hurry to buy something of UK provenance before the shop closed, and had no pattern in mind when I scooped this up. The fact that the pattern is named for the moon and the yarn for the tide was a soul-satisfying coincidence.

Things I Did Differently

• Misread the instructions for the Lunar Bands. Instead of knitting Lunar Crescent I rounds 1–10, then an increase round, and then Lunar Crescent I round 12, I knit Lunar Crescent I rounds 1–12, then an increase round, and then Lunar Crescent I round 12. It doesn’t affect the stitch count, and I like the way it looks, so I didn’t see a reason to frog and fix when I realized the mistake halfway through. (If you want to know why it’s written this way, see this comment from the designer.)
• Lengthened the pattern to use up whole skein. A the end of the Lunar Bands section, added one more repeat of Lunar Crescent I, an increase round, and Lunar Crescent I Round 12. For the edging, I knit 3 rounds in stockinette instead of two in order to have just enough yarn to bind off with.

Progress

1/19/2020 – Cast on and setup.

1/22/2020 – Center section (rows 11–46).

1/24/2020 – Center section (rows 47–70).

1/30/2020 – Lunar bands through first increase round.

2/14/2020 – About a week or so after getting to the end of the lunar bands section, I decided to add one more repeat of Lunar Crescent I. Depending on how much yarn is left after that, I may add more patterned rounds or go ahead with the edging.

2/15/2020 – Added an increase round, Lunar Crescent II Round 12, and then the edging (minus one knit round), and elastic bind off. Done but for blocking.

Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man’s desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

– Edna St. Vincent Millay