As you know, boys who knit are near to my heart. If more boys took to knitting, I honestly think the world would be an actual, literal better place.
Above is the latest work by one of my favorites, Richard of Clarksville (sounds like one of King Arthur's knights!). It is a cow from the March issue of Simply Knitting. According to Richard's agent/aka mom, Hilda, this is not his first animal-making effort. "He kind of died out on my pig . . . we have a body, but no head!!!! He has decided to make a log cabin, but each strip is a different stitch pattern, we have done garter, seed, stockinette, and the latest strip is a k2p2 rib."
Sir Richard of Clarksville, I ought to add, is seven:
Another Genius at Work
Shannon of Chico writes re HER knitting prodigy, Josh. Who is also 7. Can you believe how much these fellas resemble each other? Separated at birth?
"I just wanted to tell you how much fun my son and I had making a 12 pound ball of yarn. We went on and on even to the point of saying, 'Hmmm, these PJs are kinda old. Let's cut them up too!' "
I love that picture, which Shannon of Chico explains: "He had as much fun putting on bit by bit of clothing scraps as he did doing loops."
Ann Hood to Be Within One Mile of My House
It takes a LOT to pry me loose from my addiction to Patrick O'Brian's Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin seagoing novels
. I am on Number 7 of 20, The Ionian Mission. I can't believe I haven't written about these books, but frankly, it's probably a good thing. I'd be telling you about how profound they are, how fascinating 19th-century British naval life is, how smokin' hot Stephen Maturin is. You'd be begging me to get back to talking about the White Stripes--that's how annoying I would be.
I'm listening to my Jack Aubrey novels on my iPod, as slowly as possible, because when Patrick Tull's perfect voice finishes reading me Number 20, I am going to go into a steep decline.
So, you may wonder, what would pry me loose? Incredibly enough, it's a novel about knitting. I have to say, I'm on the lukewarm side when it comes to reading fiction which involves knitting. When I'm knitting, I want to be in the Indian Ocean on a 84-gun ship of the line. I love a big, engrossing story. Calgon, take me away! Listening to a knitting story while at the same time knitting seems a bit like gilding the lily. Like eating Count Chocula with chocolate milk.
HOWEVER. At the moment I am listening to a knitting-based novel and really enjoying it.
The reason is because I just discovered that Ann Hood is coming to Davis-Kidd on Tuesday, May 29. A fine writer, right down the road from me. How could I miss that?
Her recent novel The Knitting Circle
is the knitting novel that has been getting the good reviews. So I downloaded it the other day, and it's a lovely, quiet book that immediately drew me in. Awfully sad, but tender in a great way. I can't wait to hear her read from it--and I hope a bunch of us knitters comes to welcome her to Nashville. The signing is at 6 pm.
Finally, I have to say how sorry I am not to be writing more often. My head is about to come clean off the top of my body. Either we finish this book, or we die trying!