I had a wonderful time at La Casita last Tuesday night. My students were a magical mix: including a medical examiner, lawyers, students, moms, a sister of a judge I used to appear before, and a Norwegian-American who named one of her sons the name I tried to name Joseph. (Wouldn’t Joseph have made a great Nils?) (On the Danish branch of my family tree, the name Nils was compulsory. You had to get Nils out of the way, and have more sons if you wanted to move on to more American-sounding names, such Rasmus and Lars. The youngest of Grandma Mabel’s brothers finally scored big, with Harry.)
More about that later. Over the weekend, I had an epiphany. (Seemed appropriate to have an epiphany on a day predicted for the Rapture. The best Rapture-related comment in our household was by Joseph, who said, “Gus is going to be so annoyed that we don’t get out of the book report!” That is desperation about a book report, if you’d rather be gone.)
The epiphany was the sudden insight that all of my current WIPs are….big. Even for me, there are big things on the needles:
This Old Thing? It’s just 2 gigantic miters that have been slumbering away in the shopping bag of despair for well over a year. Something about knitting the Mitered Crosses Blanket sample so quickly made this project seem viable again. Also, in the meantime, I had discovered my love of Sean Scully’s paintings. So instead of knitting more unwieldy miters, which would lead to an unwieldy blanket, I am doing a section of vertical stripes in ecru and black Rowan Denim. (“Black denim…..Texas tea.” It’s rare and valuable, and I’ve been hoarding it for almost a decade at this point.) I do a row whenever I’ve got an hour to kill. Not even kidding about that. It’s at least a half hour per row. I will count the stitches at some point, but I kind of don’t want to know. Four or five hundred I think.
This Young Thing? Here’s a progress report on my Albers Shawl by Ms. Ann Weaver. I haven’t forgotten about it. It also has very long rows at this point. I’m closing in on the last section of the third color, which will leave me just one more color, but quite a lot of knitting to go.
(Speaking of Ann Weaver, we wrote a little love song to her in our column in The Knitter, the UK monthly magazine, in the issue that is currently on Barnes & Nobles shelves in the US. Ann gave us previously unpublished photos of her amazing knitting for the article. Run out and get a copy if you can!)
And this is also big, but luckily, it’s finished. Once in a while I get the settings right on the Good Camera, and take a picture I really like. Now would be a good time to report that as of our most recent donation last week, we’ve sent a total of $14,000 to Mercy Corps for Japan relief, from sales of the Mitered Crosses Blanket pattern.
That amount is Big. It has, understandably, piqued the curiosity of the good people at Mercy Corps. A representative who was in New York even stopped by last week to visit That Knitting Lady.
Here is Cully Lundgren from Mercy Corps. If Cully looks a bit stunned, it’s because he’s holding the Genuine Original Mitered Cross Blanket, of course, but also because he has just witnessed a tiny bird attack me, twice, to get my croissant. (Final score: Kay 0, Tiny Badass Bird With Creepy Strong Claws, .5 croissant; I’m calling it a tie because I had eaten half the croissant before the bird got there.)
Cully says thanks to all the generous knitters who have purchased the pattern, and who are assuring that it continues to sell by making such beautiful blankets. So do I.