Ma’am Who’s Knitting
August 14, 2008
Oh for Pete’s sake! “How do I knit so fast?” The truth: I don’t knit all that fast. I am an old-school thrower, still knitting the way I learned in Camp Fire Girls when I was 11 years old. (To my fellow Camp Fire alums, a hearty Wohelo to ya!) I throw so slow it’s like a rope trick. Each stitch is an event.
For me, the secret to fruitful multiplication of knitwear is not speed, but focus. When, as occasionally happens, I find myself not knitting, I ask myself, “Why am I not knitting right now?” Looking at the world from this perspective, one is shocked at the senseless waste of the oceans of knitting time that surround us. Knitting time just lying there: on the subway, in the waiting room, in front of the television, when somebody’s mom is talking about somebody else’s mom, when a tween is showing pictures of all the things in the PB Teen catalog that would look awesome in her room. One could knit through it all, and nobody would be the worse for it. My ability to multi-task–i.e., to knit while listening to gossip, or to knit while not ordering stuff from PB Teen–is without peer.
Just the other day, I was deep in the bowels of the City government bureaucracy, waiting for an appointment. Everyone else in the waiting room was slumped in their chair, the will to live seeping out of their pores, listening to receptionists chat in that way of receptionists who do not expect to be calling anyone up for their appointment anytime today. I was knitting away, cheerful as hell. (Knitting and eavesdropping–what could be better?) When it was my turn, the receptionist called out, “Ma’am who’s knitting?” I wish I could have heard the rest of the story she was telling the other receptionist, but at least I was at the end of my row.
Here’s progress to date on my Ravelympics sweater for Afghans for Afghans youth campaign. The back has been held up to Joseph to confirm that it will fit an almost-ten year old. The back used exactly 180 grams, so most of 2 skeins. I have 4 full skeins left, and I’ve ordered another from a shop in Cleveland that says it has it. (A big thank you to those who pointed me to potential sources of Magpie shade 684.) When this sleeve is finished I’ll know for sure whether I can finish the sweater without compromising on the cabling, but I’m pretty confident (so confident that I’m taking the risk of having to reknit the sleeves and/or turn the back into the front and knit the back plain).
Department of Political Patisserie
Found these fun cookie-pops at the Jacques Torres chocolate shop, which is perilously close to my daily errand route.
There seemed to be equal numbers of blue and red pops. Unlike Gray’s Papaya, the hot dog stand nearby (our hot dog stands sell papaya drinks, don’t know why), which has a sign filling the whole front window saying, “YES, SENATOR ___________”. (I’m not telling which Senator. Think about it a minute. Or go get a hot dog and a cup of Coconut Champagne (which thankfully is not coconut and actual champagne) and find out. )
Speaking of Shibori
I know, nobody was speaking of shibori, but the mailman just arrived with an advance copy of Shibori Knits by Gina Wilde. I don’t mind telling you that I am quietly flipping out. There are beautiful photographs and clear explanations of simple shibori techniques (shibori is felting with resists–you’d know it if you saw it; it looks like felting with randomly unfelted bits), and gorgeous projects: hats that I want to make into bowls, shawls and scarves that I want to make into blankets and throws. I am intrigued by the mixing of wool and other felting, animal fibers, with non-felting fibers like silk and cotton. The ideas in this book are going to keep me busy when Fall Felting Frenzy strikes. Well done, Gina Wilde!