Chin Up, Old Thing
February 2, 2011
Recently The Women’s Room had a wonderful post about why getting a bit older is not that terrible. Today I discovered something even better: Google “Helen Mirren.” Go ahead, do it. Better now? A reason to put on your mascara and get to the gym once in a while? Feel free to suggest other Google searches that will help ease the aging process.
Speaking of the aging process, some of my handknit dishrags have moved beyond the Helen Mirren stage. Way beyond.
It’s the Dishrag of Turin.
It’s a little sad, because these were in the batch that we knit up for our first book. They were so bright and shiny then. Now they are full of holes, and [sob!] the manufacturer of Peaches & Creme dishcloth cotton is closing up shop in the USA. I have a pretty healthy stash of Peaches & Creme, but it’s a stash of tears now.
Life does go on. Of course I need to knit up some new dishcloths, but first I had to pay my debt to society and honor an overdue promise to Neil, a friend in east London. Neil had come under fire from his indignant mate for using her bright-colored handknit dishcloths to wipe up spills from the espresso machine. The solution, we felt, was to make coffee-colored dishrags for this purpose. I present to you the Barista Collection:
I didn’t mean for the embroidery to come out so girly, but Neil can handle it without loss of dignity. Being British, he has been known to wear a fitted pastel shirt now and then. A lazy daisy on a dishrag is not going to frighten him off.
This was very fun to do. I don’t know why I procrastinated it so long, but I have a tendency to procrastinate embroidery. (Neil would point out that he never asked for embroidery.) Anyway, now that the Barista Collection is in the mail, I am free to set my own dishcloth drawer to rights.