I live such an exciting life; you have no idea. Take a week ago Friday, for instance. I had a lot on my plate. Niece Kristin arriving, via 3 planes, Carrie due home from her annual Sleep Week (aka low-dose sleepaway camp for kids whose dads don't want them to go away to camp, or away to anywhere, ever). On top of this pre-existing agida inducement, look what the mailman brought me around 1 p.m.:
It's the Dish Rag Tag
Box! Tag: I'm it! My beloved team, Skanks With Hanks (which in the parlance of Ann
, translates to Skanks With Skanks), is counting on ME to:
1. Open box.
2. Bask in the Goodies for a few brief seconds. (Blue Chibi! I got a Blue Chibi!)
3. Admire the lovely washcloth Jen
made for me in the brief interval before niece swoops in on it.
4. Knit a dishrag with the enclosed yarn.
5. Post the box, containing fresh-knit dishrag, new goodies, and new yarn for the next Skank, by Priority Mail in as little time as is humanly possible.
Now. I am a humble creature, but I believe I can crank out a dishrag on a world-class level in terms of speed and overall dishrag quality. (If not me, who? If not now, when?) But this was a tough day, full of distractions and interruptions. Plus it was a Friday. I knew that even if I made it to the post office by closing time, that box was not going to arrive in Maryland (its next stop) until Monday or Tuesday. Kind of a buzz killer. But I cast on, with very little fussing (for me) about the color scheme. I knit and knit, under the quizzical watch of Kristin and her boyfriend, who until then had not really seen the full force of Aunt Kay's Knitting Thing. ("You're knitting what? You're in a hurry why?")
Then I had to stop to welcome a very bedraggled girl off the bus from so far away (aka 20 miles away), de-cootify her belongings, and tend to supper.
Long story short, on Saturday morning I was at the Post Office by 8:30. Saturday morning. 8:30. ME. That's commitment.
I spent the rest of the weekend recovering from the strain of it all.
OK not really. But it was fun being a Competitive Knitter for a day. If you look at the standings, the Skanks are not doing too shabby. Having thought about this a lot, though, I think the Priority Mail (which should really be called "First Class Mail Only More Expensive") is kind of equalizing any differences in DTT (Dishrag Turnaround Time) stats. It might be more of a knitting race, and less of a Priority Mail lottery, if all the participants lived really close to each other and literally ran from village to village, trailing dishcloth cotton. (Subway series! Sign me up!) But then again, it's been a blast getting to know my fellow dishrag enthusiasts from across the country. Thanks, Emily
, for organizing such a great party.
(Please note the hilarious names of the competing teams in Emily's sidebar
. Rags to Dishes is my favorite, I think.)
P.S. The Southampton knitting party was a smashing good time. More later! Must limit my time hanging out in parking lots spongeing free WiFi.