This is one of those tales of When Good Deeds Go Bad. Or Good Girls Go Bad. I was lapping up the praise of my so-called kindness in re-knitting, flatly, a friend’s blanket that refused to be flat. I felt a bit sheepish about taking any credit, though. Let’s review:
1. It’s garter stitch.
2. It’s Noro Silk Garden.
3. It’s log cabin.
In other words, for a person such as moi, with my log cabin/garter stitch/Silk Garden “condition” and all, this is less like a good deed and more like eating somebody else’s ice cream. Nice for my frustrated friend, but not so praiseworthy on my part. It’s not like I was getting traction on any of my other projecks. This was fun for me.
As I was knitting, I started getting those thoughts that I get. Those Sean Scully-meets-Gee’s-Bend type of thoughts that I get. Before you knew it, not only was I knitting somebody else’s garter stitch, but:
I hijacked the dang thing.
I got permission, OK? And I’m totally OK if she wants to rip it back a few logs.
Hope you are enjoying the mountain air. Thinking of all you wimmin up there, I am buying stock in Capri Pants Inc. And also Gin.