Don’t Go Changin’
January 4, 2004
Your letter roused me from my Christmas-pudding-induced post-holiday torpor (it was delicious by the way; thanks Polly!). Whatchyoutalkinbout, girl, with this Total Change In Ann Presentation? Is there some other Pamela Lee out there, with closets full of wool cardigans to match every known color of dirt, that I don’t know about? Remember one of our 1001 Official Mason-Dixon Knitting Mottos for 2004: “Be Who You Are”.
But that’s just me being selfish again. You see, Ann, I spent many a long night this holiday season, listening to the wind howl across the land mass known as Middle Kansas and turboing away on the Olive cardi from Rowan #26 that I’m making for you. You can say many things about Olive. You can say it’s tweedy, you can say it’s sensible, you can even say it’s de rigueur for the “Depression-Era Librarian Couture” exhibit they’re surely going to put on someday at the Met’s Costume Institute. Another thing you can say about Olive is, it’s Not Exactly Pamela Lee. I’m inches away from completing the second sleeve, with needles poised for that dowdy-licious Peter Pan collar (avec crochet trim!), so please reconsider any drastic makeover plans.
In other holiday news, here is my friend’s toddler, aka Baby Rose, wearing a hippy-dippy poncho I knit for her:
It’s 3 hanks of Manos del Uruguay in a subtly variegated hot pink. I hate attaching fringes, but my reward this time is that the fringe is Rosie’s favorite aspect of her poncho. The poncho has a neat, shrug-like design. The sleeves are seamed shut so that the poncho won’t get twisted as Rosie goes about her activities of daily living, and the buttons mean no over-the-head struggles. I know you like outdoor pix, so here you go. (More photos of Rosie? Twist my arm.)
While in Kansas, I discovered the yarn aisle at the Wichita Walmart. No sheep were shorn in the production of this yarn selection. But there is plenty of nice cotton for $1.28 a ball (less if you buy it by the pound on cones). I picked up a couple of skeins of Peaches and Cream, one in ‘Faded Denim’ and one in ‘Fiesta Ombre’, one thing led to another, and–
whoopsie: I made 2 dishcloths! The pattern was printed inside the ball band. I never thought of myself as the dishcloth-knitting type, but this waffle-y slip-stitch pattern was addictive. Knitting candy. Pure relaxation. Given my knitting obsession with all things square and homely, I started thinking about what nice bath mats and beach blankets and wall-to-wall floor coverings one could make, given enough time and enough Peaches and Cream. Watch This Space.
It’s good to be back in Blogville with ya. Love, Kay