The Audacity of Handspun
January 7, 2008
I AM BACK. Really! Reentry has been pure H-E-double hockey sticks since we got back from San Francisco. Mostly it’s grief I’ve been struggling with, the end-of-camp feeling that hit the minute I looked out the plane window Thursday morning, seeing the boiling clouds over that beautiful city (OK, so it was a last-plane-out-of-Saigon feeling–we made it out just before the Apocalypse storms hit) and thinking, OhRIGHT. We DON’T live there? It was just a FANTASY?
What can I say? It was a great trip. I got to see Mrs. Lear for a tiny moment, along with the Learettes and Mr. Lear.
Had a transcendent salad of avocadoes and beets here.
I let the fellas take most of the photos, which meant that I ended up with about fifty photos of their faces at extreme close range. But they did an admirable job of documenting the trip. Here’s one of my few photos of them when they weren’t wrasslin':
This one cracked me up:
I think the message of David’s photo was, “Hey mom. How about you set our table like they do at Chez Panisse? OK?”
I could have spent a LOT more time in the Muir Woods.
And I loved all these mailboxes on the road to Muir Beach:
A Bit o’ Knitting
Santy Claus brought me two skeins of handspun fingering weight yarn made by SewKnitNBeads2.
Now, at this point in my knitting career, I am content simply to own these skeins. They’re so pretty. They have that random thing going in the mix of the colors. I sit and look at them for fairly long periods of time. I like thinking about Miss SewKnitNBeads2 and how long it took her to make these 346-yard skeins. It was awfully nice of her to spin up these batches of thin, colory yarn. It’s enough, simply owning this stuff.
However, as I packed for my trip to San Francisco, I had to (of COURSE) bring some knitting. And the blanket-for-Clif project wasn’t really all that portable, though in a certain mood I’d talk myself into thinking I should in fact tote along 20 skeins of DK-weight tweed yarn.
So at the very last possible moment I grabbed my number 2 needles and the two fat guinea pigs of SewKnitNBeads2 and hoped for the best. Something would come of it all.
Well, a 2 x 2 ribbed scarf isn’t exactly a tour de force, but once I started it on the plane, I got completely absorbed in the drama of watching the two plies of yarn shift, contrast, and occasionally converge. I was listening to Barack Obama reading The Audacity of Hope while I knitted, and there were periods when time passed in a complete and utter flow state. So great.
You’ll be happy to know that I de-Christmased the house yesterday. Just about killed me. Remind me to get one of those self-destructing Christmas trees next year.