Sometimes The Yarn Crawls To You
October 15, 2009
It’s always a thrilling moment every year when the Rowan Free Gift arrives. (For non-Rowanistas: if you subscribe to Rowan Magazine’s 2 issues per year, they send you a sweet little kit of yarn and instructions for a small project.) Well, almost always. Last year the gift was 6 skeins of Rowan Denim to make a little bag. To most people, this was probably awesome, but, you know, I’m kind of familiar with the Rowan Denim. Happy to have it! Newcastle is always accepting more coals! But I like it even better when the Rowan gift is something that I might not otherwise try. (Remember the Kaffe Tumbling Blocks Cushion? No WAY would I have made that beautiful thing without the kit landing in my lap.)
I have always, always been a sucker for the Free Gift With Purchase. Remember those awesome Lancome black patent bags in the 80s and 90s? The Clinique zippered makeup kits that never failed to include a tube of brown lipstick and a teeny bar of complexion soap? The glass tumbler that came in a box of Duz detergent? (OK, that’s too far back for me, but I remember hearing people remember it, and I completely get why they remember it.) And the Kraft pimiento cream cheese that came (and probably still comes) in little cut-glass juice glasses? (To this day, when I go to France, I come home with mustard packed in juice glasses. Once I got mustard in a goblet.)
But I digress. Last week I got my Rowan kit, just as I was digging around for something to amuse me during any lulls in last weekend’s double-mitzvah for niece Maggie and nephew Paul. (Here’s Joseph enjoying a moment of irreverence after a long day of Hebrew.)
The good: There are 2 choices of project, and it was hard to decide which to make because both are good! I am going with the lace shawl (pictured up top), because it will suit Carrie, whose accessories need daily, if not more frequent, refreshing. Also, the Pure Wool 4 ply is really nice yarn, and a generous amount. (A full-size brown lipstick, for sure! None of those teeny Avon-lady sample lipsticks–much as we loved them as kids– for Rowanistas!)
The bad: Beigey peach has got to be one of my least favorite colors. It’s beige! It’s peach! It’s neither beige nor peach! It’s the color of that “flesh-toned” crayon that was not the color of anyone’s actual flesh. I’m going to be looking for an invitation to somebody’s walnut dye vat when this thing is knitted up. (Don’t go composting your fallen walnuts, Cristina! ) I must be in a good mood, though, because I think it’s a plus that at the end of the knitting, I’ll get to garment-dye my scarf.
Anyhoo. That’s been a highlight of my week.
For Olive’s fan club, a photo of our darling girl. Don’t get me started on the list of things I would never do, that I am doing now. (Speaking baby talk to another species? Check.) She has won me over with her sweet kitten paws and her incredible ability to Appear Heartbroken.
Soon, I hope she will Appear Housebroken. I know that’s asking a lot.
P.S. RHINEBECK ALERT! Ann and I (and Special Sassy Guests) will be at Rhinebeck on Saturday and Sunday. Both afternoons, circa 2 p.m., you can find us at the picnic tables near the Artichoke French stand. (Pure coincidence! Just a landmark! Not really!) Stop by, say hi, show us what you bought, save us from buying a spinning wheel…..What if there is no Artichoke French stand this year? We’re going HOME.