We had a really Big Event at our house this week. Andrew has purchased a New Car. It’s in his name, it’s his money, it’s fancier than he needed (but not as fancy as he wanted), and now he has to keep working. I am no longer doing his laundry or cleaning his bathroom. Children do have a way of growing up when you’re not looking. His new car reminded me of a fellow I worked with when I was in high school whose mother took out a loan so Craig could buy a brand new Trans Am, and he was such a jerk he wouldn’t even let his mother sit in it. The car was his baby, and he would run out into the parking lot every hour or so just to look at it. One evening some of us other restuarant staff gave it the “strawberry shortcake treatment”- exterior only- and covered it with whipped cream, strawberry glaze and strawberries. Words cannot describe the rage. That’s a good example of why Canadians aren’t (legally) allowed to arm themselves with handguns. And now, because this is how my mind works, lurching from one random thought to another, this car story makes me think that we North Americans spend too much time babying inanimate objects, when we could be nurturing our friends, families, pets, and people we don’t know who need help every day. If you haven’t already checked out Doctors Without Borders, you might want to. If you want to do it throught KWB (Knitters Without Borders) here’s a link through the Yarn Harlot.
Needles, you say? Why yes. I finished the cropped cardigan, and while it turned out the way I expected (amazing what happens when you don’t try to dick around with the pattern), I’m not sure if I’ll wear it. Like I said before, nothing about me screams “mini”…
The shaping was fun, and I might try it again in the future with a longer length (although I hate to do the same project twice). It makes a nice thick fabric, and the shaping balances out the chunkiness. Mike pointed out that there are holes where the sleeves are, so I gave him a crash course in yarn over increases. It fell on deaf ears, glazed eyes, etcetera.
I actually ran in the ends on the seaman scarf for BIL for Christmas (no picture; it looks just like it did before!), and attached the bead to the ends of this scarf:
I am not good with a needle and thread (don’t look closely) but if I keep moving while I am wearing it, maybe the details will escape close scrutiny. Photo quality aside, the beads are a perfect colour match to the yarn. On a scale of 1-10, my satisfaction is at about 8.5 with this project.
I have started Eugen Beugler’s Lace Dreams from one of my favourite books:
so far I have almost finished 1 of 19 reps of pattern, and I’m liking it!
Lace is fun, because it pretty much does its own thing, lumps and bumps and all, and then when you block it, it transforms into something else. I am using Alpaca Plus sock yarn (I liked the colour, and I can’t do every project according to the instructions, so don’t give me any flak. Of course, if it doesn’t work, I’ll be expecting sympathy of one sort or another.) from Unique Fibre Studio, and I’m hoping that the 20% nylon (60% alpaca, 20% wool) won’t scuttle my blocking plans. I think I will block it on the needles when I’ve finished one more repeat just to make sure. There is just a little halo on the yarn, and the colours are beautiful! The ostrich plumes pattern is easy to memorize (except I’m having trouble with the first and last six stitches of each row. How bad is that?) and I think this will be what I take on holidays when we go to Moline in a week and a half. I’m really looking forward to the Chicago weekend after the Moline trade show we’re going to (Although I don’t think I’ll bother with the John Deere world headquarters tour) (in spite of the fact that our local economy is largely agricultural), but it’s too bad I’ll miss the 1000 knitters shoot which happens today! If you aren’t familiar with this project, and have a few minutes, you might want to check this out. Franklin at the Panopticon writes one of the most entertaining blogs I have ever come across, and this project is really cool.
We’re off this afternoon to a memorial service for a close friend of my inlaws. He was ill for a very short time, and his passing has made us realize that we take for granted those around us. I try to think every day about the people I love (and even some that I only like) (and even some that I can barely tolerate), and remind myself that we’ve all got a legitimate claim on our particular space in the world, and that every passing is someone’s loss. Have a safe weekend.
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