Deja Blu (All Over Again)
June 2, 2010
Our Memorial Day weekend was good this year. Strenuously good.
It started (after the traditional Costco Run for a season’s worth of toilet paper and tortilla chips) with a vigorous workout for my quilt-binding chops. SO SATISFYING. But I’ve spoken of this before. When I go to heaven, St. Peter will welcome me with stacks of quilts that need double-fold bindings attached, and I shall sew them down by hand, with lovely mitered corners, for all eternity. Occasionally sipping a diet beer. (I’m trusting that the diet beer will taste better in heaven. Or should I say, EVEN better.)
But things quickly got out of hand. Can you believe that this is a photo of me and mine, amidst 30 or 40 of our neighbors and friends?
The neighbors and friends have been biking from Southampton to Montauk, with frequent stops for refreshments and Ultimate Frisbee, for over 25 years. (Like a bunch of Kennedys, they are, always with the photogenic, youthful romping.) We decided to shock them this year by showing up, at 8 a.m. Sunday morning, in our stately, sedentary glory. Maggie, Joseph, and I did the 25-mile zig-zag to Amagansett (also known as lunchtime) (also known as Mom’s Legs Won’t Do Right Anymore); Carrie was stopped short by a minor gravel encounter somewhere between Bridgehampton and East Hampton, but did a solid 20 miles. (We got rides home.)
We’ve pretty much checked off “biking” for 2010, and possibly 2011. Just kidding! It was super fun! We were moderately good at it! I never even saw Joseph. He was up ahead with the wiry guys in racing maillots, aka The Brotherhood of the Well Defined Calves. Undeterred by his youth and inexperience, or the fact that his sister’s old bike was a little too small for him. Live strong!
Back to Blu
But by far the greatest accomplishment of the weekend was the finishing of a pair of Blu baby jeans that was knitted circa 2006 as a possible sample for our Book 2, but stalled at the point where elastic needed 2 seconds of machine stitching, and Adorable Details needed embroidering. I was a little rusty at my embroidery-on-knitting. I ended up doing 3 versions of the back pockets.
Whoopsie. Only noticed this when I joined the back seam. Do-over!
Straight now, but still not Doing Right. I found myself rummaging through a drawer full of blue jeans. (Oh, like you never cut up the clothes of family members. Don’t judge me.)
Here’s the result. I cut the coin pocket, whole, out of a pair of boys size 12 jeans. (“Um, those were too small for you, right?”)
At the time, this felt like a Major Artistic Achievement.
If you do it right, it’s an actual functioning pocket. Not that a 6-month-old needs a functioning back pocket.
Inevitably, a baby whose name has the letters “den” in it, is going to get a corny label like this. Sorry. Company policy.
I went minimalist on the front. No fly, no button. Not sure it was the right call. I blame embroidery fatigue.
After all these years, I finally found some maker-labels I like. These are from a Knitty.com advertiser whose name I can’t recall. [EDITED TO ADD: The labels are from NameMaker.com.] They take a while, as they are woven labels that come all the way from Europe. Very reasonably priced, especially considering that one order is pretty much a lifetime supply. (Always nice to patronize a Knitty advertiser. Thanks for making those fab free patterns possible!)
I still think this pattern is the cutest thing I’ve ever had a hand in, and that Cristina’s way of encasing the elastic in the waistband by sewing down live stitches, like a hem, is the most elegantly invisible, and also practical, finish ever (it stretches with the knitting). Hope I get to see the baby in them!