Breaking News, An Apology, and Jupiter
September 28, 2004
First of all: Everybody pack your bags for TORONTO. There’s going to be a north-of-the-border Afghans for Afghans sew-up party Sunday, November 7, at the ridiculously tidy home of Stephanie, aka everybody’s favorite Yarn Harlot. We are SO THRILLED that she’s hosting a plonk-enhanced, cherry-upside-down-cake-filled event. Go stop by Harlotville if you’d like details.
Almost Tender Moment
Apologies for the lack of postage from my end–last night the power went out, just as I was calculating the minutes until the small fry would be asleep so I could get some time to myself and write about my knitting adventures.
Oh, it was a pioneer moment, lemme tell you: the candles glowed, Hubbo tenderly helped David with the grammar lesson, Clif and I fought a ferocious game of Sorry. As the fella whipped my sorry behind, I contemplated the utter perfection of this quiet moment.
And then I remembered: hey, my blogphone still works.
Surfing by candlelight. Pathetic.
[Free bonus look at Jupiter as Interpreted by David.]
I’m finished with Side 1 of the Big Daddy Piano Bench Cushion, and it is in the midst of a heroic, multi-day blocking. It is so curly that as I sat poolside knitting while the fellas whacked each other with PoolNoodles, somebody at the YMCA thought I was holding a snake.
The Big Dot pattern opens up pretty well under the hurricane force of a zillion pins. Still holding up Euroflax as the Yarn of the Future. Did you know they used this stuff on the space shuttle?
Midway through this little projeck, I am wondering if I should just punt on the backside of the cushion. What if I made a labyrinth knitting flange to attach to the edge of the cushion, which would drape decoratively over the edge of the piano bench? (What if a genie climbed out of my fax machine?) Then I could get all Gee’s Bend about it and back the cushion with some leftover corduroy or dungaree legs.
Ah, just kidding about the leftover dungaree legs. But some polite fabric backing would give a little structure to this cushion. And, uh, save me another 540 square inches of knitting that would mostly be unseen except by Platinum Access viewers of this cushion.
Or should I soldier on with my original, two-sided plan? You know, the stonecarvers at Chartres cathedral had these kinds of issues: Do I finish the little decorative flower thingies even though they’re waaaay up here in the back staircase behind the altar?
If you ever find yourself climbing around the backside of Chartres, you’ll discover that the little decorative flower thingies are all there. Every single one of ‘em.
I’m looking around this place, and I’m thinking, this ain’t no Chartres cathedral.
I’m going to blog every day this week, just you watch. I’m in a fever, and the only cure is . . . more blogging.