Supermassive Black Hole of Nostalgia, and a Finished Object
August 19, 2010
The fellas started at a new school this week, and I am sentimental to the point of WEEPY every time I drop them off. Somehow dropping them off is more sentimental than picking them up, so I have to watch it in the early morning, when I haven’t had any coffee. I’m a WRECK.
See, this school is my alma mater, and Hubbo’s as well. In fact, we met there over 30 years ago. Just thinking about this leaves me awash in another wave of crushing nostalgia. It’s a total minefield to walk through the building. This banister! I grabbed this banister in fifth grade, just the way my fifth grader Clif is going to grab this banister. The auditorium! Scene of so much crushing on Hubbo. That curb! That’s where my mom’s Chevrolet Kingswood Estate station wagon was parked when she would wait to pick us up. I’m haunted even by the ghost of the Gray Building, the derelict house on the corner where I had at least ten classes, from the basement for French to the attic for mechanical drawing. (Mechanical drawing? Why did they teach this, and why did I take it?) The Gray Building gave way to a new middle school wing a while back, but I wish it were still there, so I could show the fellas.
I want them to like this school as much as I did, and they seem to be settling in. But I am trying hard to resist loading them up with every single memory I have of the place, where I spent eight very loaded years, mostly trying to avoid math. Only now do I realize how obvious it was that I was trying to avoid math, how clueless I was, and how many people at this school were helping me get through it all.
Finishing the Unfinishable
Before I forget, and I keep forgetting, I have to mention the new issue of Twist Collective. Yes, our Problem Ladies column is in there, which includes a shocking and appalling confession from one of us. But mostly, I think this issue really shows the way Twist has made a distinctive mark on the knitting world. It’s not that this issue is any more beautiful than its predecessors. It looks great, that’s all–patterns, photos, writing. Maybe it’s just that I am having fun knitting as a HOBBY right now, just making stuff as it occurs to me, with no deadlines or need to write down every stitch I make. Twist really gives a knitter a lot to chew on. Very proud to be a part of it.
Speaking of Chewing
I just finished something, the Cascata shawlette thingie, designed by Susanna IC from Twist. I’m calling it a scarf, because I can’t imagine the moment when I’m going to be going capelet with this.
I have to admit, at one point this summer, I absolutely was not going to finish this thing. One day, I almost yanked the needles out because I needed them for something else–I had so mucked up the lacework that I really didn’t ever want to deal with it again. And I was bummed that I’d gone with a stash laceweight that was a lot heavier than the spidery yarn that I ought to have used.
See? This is what I was looking at:
A lumpy, heavy mess. Not the pattern’s fault at all. But last week, after unpacking this almost-finished project, I sat down, ripped out four rows of messy messiness, and discovered that nothing was unfixable.
A sturdy blocking can transform pretty much anything. And the yarn, Blue Heron’s Egyptian Mercerized Cotton, became an OK yarn for this. It’s not as airy as it could be, but it is shiny, and it has a nice drape to it.
It looks really great as a chair capelet. And at the moment, it’s really dressing up my T shirt. Moral of the story: go dig up some unfinished object, and finish it. VERY satisfying!