July 31, 2003
We’re having a hot and chaotic time here on the South Carolina coast, with all the plumbing issues and malfunctioning phone problems of home. Adding four little boys into the equation means a) constant vigiliance and b) multiple daily trips to Big Lots/Pawleys Playland/Wal-mart and any other purveyor of plastic stuff.
The eight-pound ball of yarn is down to about four pounds, and at this point it’s a Gee’s Bend kind of look at one end, and a World Tour of Acrylic at the other. We’re heading into a big stretch of white, which will make or break the subtle color rhythms. Or something. All I want to know is, which friend of David’s donated the rainbow clown wig boucle to this effort?
I have taught two kids to knit in the past few days. One was a six-year-old girl who said not a single word until she had finished an entire row of the abovementioned clown wig boucle. She looked up, blinked, and said, “I get it.”
The other is my four-year-old nephew, who grooves on the off-pops-Jack part.
The drive down to Pawleys from Nashville was epic, highlighted by a stay at the Best Western Dumplin Valley, followed by a heart-attack breakfast at the Ole Smoky Grill. I have a photo of Jon filling the gas tank, silhouetted against the Grand Ole FIREWORKS sign. We had what can only be described as the Freak Out in Florence, when we’d been on the road for nine hours and suddenly realized that the interstate had come to an end, with two hours of driving to go. The one benefit of a long-ass car ride is that Hubbo got into a truck driver groove and let me knit on my All Seasons Cotton Splash ALL day long.
I know what you mean about ASC–its extreme sponginess is a new thing for me, and even after going down a needle size, it does have a kind of floppiness.
Kay, this whole Moonbeam experience has me a little teary and proud. I’ll tell you the parts I wish I could redo, now that you’ve laid on the props. The side seams bug me. I wish I’d done a selvage stitch at the edges, which Becky of Fluffa has been going on about. And there is one stitch at the back of the neck where a cast-off row didn’t really connect properly, and it left a hole that I could NOT fix. Yecch. And I still think I have ribbing issues, which may partly be made worse by the nature of Linen Drape. Ah, WHATEVER. Start picking out your next sweater.