700, or A Whole Lotta Gibble-Gabble
February 9, 2007
Let me be the first to nyah-nyah-nyah-NYAH-nyah atcha. I have carefully plotted and planned, blogged and refrained from blogging, in a strategy to maneuver myself into the position of posting our 700th entry. Yay us and our 10th-grade touch-typing! Let no one say that you and I cannot generate a mighty river of words. Since word-generation has been my goal since birth*, I am pleased and proud. (*A family story has it that when I was 2, my Great Aunt Carrie took me (her first niece ever–girls had skipped a generation in the Gardiner line) to her office at the Omaha Public Power District, where I was passed from lap to lap and commended for my great beauty, intelligence, and exceedingly prim behavior. (Did I mention that Aunt Carrie was a supervisor?) Listening to me hold forth, one of Aunt Carrie’s colleagues famously remarked, “Who put a nickel in her?”)
Obviously somebody did put a nickel in me. I think somebody, at some point, must have put a nickel in you, too, Missy.
Today’s nickel brings us a rather mundane report from the Knitting Front.
This is Ingrid. Remember Ingrid? Since our last correspondence about Ingrid, I have finished the knitting, blocked the pieces, set in the sleeves–SET IN THE SLEEVES, PEOPLE!–sewn the side seams, and woven in all the ends. Ingrid fits. (Let that one sink in.) All that remains is the simple matter of picking up stitches for the button, buttonhole, and neck bands, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it bit of knitting, and sewing on the buttons.
What does this mean? This means that Ingrid is in grave peril. Ingrid is at the most fragile point, for one of my projects, in the journey from yarn to FO. Please light a candle for Ingrid. In an effort to keep Ingrid on artificial life support, I have decided that I need to wear her to synagogue tonight. (Yes, I’m trying to get the Higher Power to take an interest in whether my knitting gets finished–is there anything wrong with that?) Stay tuned for news of Ingrid’s fate.
Argosy 3: The Blankie
If you ever stop and wonder, ‘What is Kay doing right now?” it is safe to assume that I am knitting on this thing. Referring to my Argosy-inspired baby blanket as ‘this thing’ does not mean that I have tired of this endless parade of ecru squares. To the contrary! I love an endless parade of ecru squares. The Argosy Blankie has reached the halfway mark (a row of 17 squares). From here on out, the rows of squares get shorter.
The realization has dawned that I am going to need to put a border all around the sawtoothy edge of this blanket, to stop it from curling. This has not discouraged me. Anybody who has any good ideas for a picot edging that can be knitted stitch-by-stitch onto an edge (in the manner of crochet, or cro-Kay), please send them in. (There’s no hurry!)
Quiltz for Kidz
I’m excited because this weekend Carrie and I are going to continue piecing the top of the quilt we are making for her room.
Our quilt was inspired by this image in this Japanese patchwork book. ( I do apologize for that very addictive link.) We’ve been collecting fabric for the past six months, searching for all things calligraphic, Japanese, and rich in cute animals. Carrie regularly sidles up to me at the computer, drapes her arms around my neck, and purrs, “Let’s see what’s new at Cia’s, hmmmm?”
Here’s our pieceworker-in-training. Her first time with her foot on the pedal of the Janome. I realized she was old enough to operate the machine on her own when Ann HB sent me this photo from Berkeley:
…of her Emma, operating her own Hello Kitty model Janome.
Coast to coast, girls are quilting. We’d better enjoy it before they start agitating for better wages and working conditions. Ann reports that she got Emma to hem a shower curtain for her. It won’t be long before she’ll realize, “Hey! I could get PAID for this.”