While you’re off daytripping to Philadelphia, I’m sitting here snurfling my head off and wiping everything with disinfectant wipes. I like how wipes make it possible to give the illusion of cleanliness without having to actually, uh, clean anything.
One travel note: on your trip today, please try to refrain from felting anything in the train’s bathroom.
People, Can’t We All Just Get Along?
For the record, the Great Button Vote of ’05 resulted in the following tally:
Button 1: 26
Button 2: 30
Button 3: 1
Button 4: What is it good for? Absolutely NOTHIN’.
As is her wont, Mary Neal swam against the tide of Button 2 support and went with Button 1. She is, after all, from a blue state. Thanks to everyone who voiced an opinion. Democracy in action always leaves me teary eyed.
Massively Late, Massively Curly
I am very, very late with a present for Frannie. Have you ever just totally blown a birthday? Oy, I’m having a pang just thinking about this. In hopes of somehow redeeming myself, I’ve been working feverishly (and I do mean in a fever) on a scarf for Frannie.
You see, Frannie was the friend who got me knitting again after a decade’s hiatus. We were standing in line waiting to hear Martha Stewart speak at the Nashville Antiques and Garden show. Us and a thousand other people. (Please don’t ask why we allowed ourselves to do this. It was group hysteria.) Martha had found the chair arrangement not to her liking, so we waited for the chairs to be rejiggered. An hour, at least. Frannie had brought along a wee ball of a multicolor yarn–she was learning to knit. As we stood, and stood, and stood some more, she handed me the needles and said, “Want to knit?” Without a blink I said, “Sure.” And here we are.
I now know that the wee ball was Koigu. Frannie is still working on the necktie that she was working on four years ago. It looks great, and she’s about halfway done. (Her husband, to be fair, is quite tall.) In honor of Frannie’s ongoing relationship with Koigu, I’m making her a scarf:
This tube of variegated goodness (Koigu PPPM 715, which I call “Sunset in Grundy County”) is the diagonal rib pattern from Ann Budd’s Knitter’s Handy Book of Patterns. I can’t get over how tubey it wants to be. You know that thing about stockinette curling up? I’ve never seen such curling–from eight inches to two.
If you spread it out, it just wants to curl right back up. I’m looking forward to seeing what a little BLOCKING will do to this. But if it persists in curling, well, I’m not going to get in its way.