Ahoy! It’s a Yank!
October 29, 2008
So we voted yesterday with only one moment at the voting machine where the boys were fighting over who got to push the button. I jumped in, fearing voter fraud if a nine-year-old were caught casting my vote.
I still can’t quite believe all those electronic votes are going to get counted right. Can’t you, like, spill yogurt on the thing or what if some six year old drags a magnet around the room? Wouldn’t a paper ballot be sort of analog in a good way?
(Please vote! Had to say that!)
Done done and DONE
I have finished sewing on the buttons for Yank after a VERY satisfying sojourn at the Textile Fabric Store on Eighth Avenue. They have enough buttons for me. I was there long enough for many other customers to consider fabric, have fabric cut, pay for it, and complete a child’s Halloween costume in the time I spent staring at buttons.
These are made out of horn. I wish they were 1/8″ wider, but the chocolatelike look of these won the day.
Now. I have said many times how quick n EZ a knit this Yank is. I am not lyin’. Maybe it’s because I’ve done so much small-needle knitting in the past year, but this size 9 needle stuff is the WAY TO GO. Forget all those socks, y’all. This is PRODUCTIVE!
I wish my photographer were around so we could go climb around on an aircraft carrier or get all Patrick O’Brianish to capture the nautical vibe that this coat gives me when I’m wearing it. But Hubbo seems to have some sort of day job that is cutting most grievously into his music producing and art direction work.
It fits pretty much perfectly–Bonne Marie Burns once again laid it all out in this pattern so that it came together without one single hitch. This is a size large, and I did make the sleeves one inch shorter than the pattern called for. But otherwise I just sat down beside the captain and let her steer the ship for me.
I do like how it feels unbuttoned, I have to say. A little less close-fitting. And in Nashville, that’s usually what the weather calls for. A coat, but don’t get too worried about it.
I think Bonne Marie is going to be cooking up a shorter version of this, which I’m curious to see. Be sure to watch her space for that project in the coming weeks.
The yarn, Cascade Pastaza, is half llama, half wool. It is blankety cozy, and it definitely leaves a souvenir when you’re working with it. I think I’ll just vacuum it or something. This shade, 6003, has all sorts of crazy-colored fibers in it, giving it a depth that I really lurve.
Sometimes I look at a picture like that, with stitches going all over the place, fitting together, and I think: How the hell did that happen? It’s one of the great things about knitting.
You’ll be seeing me in this a lot. Thanks, Bonne Marie, for a boatload of fun.
And the Winner Is . . .
I have won an award that I will cherish my whole entire life, something that nobody can take away from me until, I reckon, 2009.
Yes. It’s true. Somehow–in a city that is chockablock with knitting wit luminaries, a place renowned for its knitterly humorists and Dorothy Parkers of the knitting circle–I can hardly imagine how I, who barely leaves the house except to find costumes for YouTube videos, could have ever found myself in contention for such an honor.
I’m sharing this award here, Kay, because–frankly–I’m going to tell you about every single certificate I ever receive, and that includes my termite inspection results. I’m proud of this stuff; you’re going to hear about it!
You can read the details of this honor here, if you scroll down, and keep scrolling, past Best New Puppet Troupe, Best Improved Film Programming, Best Use of Unorthodox Materials, and Best Exploding Whale.