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  • Cor’ luvva duck ! That’s a lot of bloomin’ ends to stitch in !
    I’d like to point out at this moment that duck loving is strictly a south of the border custom and we Scots largely restrain our romantic feelings in that direction. Tho’ if we ever meet in person I’ll tell you the one about the Aberdonian and the sheep …
    Em, btw, won’t the blue run and dye your white ball in the process ?? Just askin’….
    Heather x

  • The husband and I are also not sports people (lucky we have each other) and we actually WENT TO THE MOVIES DURING THE GAME THE YEAR THE TITANS WERE IN THE SUPER BOWL.

  • no real comment other than to clap in the no-football solidarity (and the great post.) clap clap clap

  • DYEing to see how that sweater comes out. Get it? DYEing?
    I’m looking at all those ends and going, WHOA that’s a mess o’ stuff. Looks like a bad suture on ER. Hope that thing heals up OK.
    As for the Titans, well. Kay, I see our journeys through the valley of football to be a perfect inverse. I attended a school that didn’t even HAVE a football team. The college I attended was likewise crippled by its lack of 300-pound burlyguys; we had The Worst Record in the entire country, except of course for Northwestern. So when an NFL franchise came to town five years ago, all that pent-up fandom just came barreling out of me like some kind of sporty Tourette’s Syndrome–I couldn’t help myself, that’s all. Deep-frying a turkey? Seems like a good idea to me, now that I have experienced the communion of the like-minded at a Titans tailgate party. You do know, of course, that I would NEVer allow my boys to play such a heathen boneheaded sport. To my immense relief, David came home last month, announced that flag football was starting and he thought it was stupid. Right on! Go Titans! Your mother is nuts! Whatever!
    And way to keep that pioneer spirit, what with the chocolate box cord and hairband. They rescued Apollo 13 with that kind of resourcefulness.
    I need to get some presentable knitting going ASAP. You are dusting me big time. Does a piece of Koigu, rectangular, count?

  • The thing about football is, well… its just not baseball. Now that the Cubs have lived out their destiny once again, and it’s all over for this year (again), my knitting output has slowed considerably.
    Those soft hair thingies make great stoppers to put on the ends of your needles to keep stitches from coming off. Point Protectors, I believe the professionals call them. And now I’m off to see if the Yankees and Red Sox ares still tied in the 11th.

  • Oh Kay, if you had any idea the kind of day I had. I am so tired that I couldn’t even put on the cheerful mommy voice when I called home to “tuck in” my older son over the phone. (And bless his heart, he actually picked up on that and was clearly concerned about me.) So, it is positive balm to my soul to have finally conquered the hotel wireless access and find flashbacks to a midwestern childhood, where all activity (including churchgoing) was planned around the Sunday football broadcasts. (But I am still a fan, in a “I like to know someone is watching it while I putter in the kitchen with the ghosts of my mother, grandmother and aunt” kind of way.)
    All that aside, the SOCCER pullover is really looking fine and I’m very encouraged to hear someone has actually tried the world of short row shaping on shoulders, which seems to me to be the thing that was missing from my knitting all these years. (Still haven’t gotten up to any shoulders to try it myself, though.) So thank you, thank you, thank you.

  • I always forget about short-row shaping until I’ve cast off one of the shoulders and go, “Doh that would have been a good place to do that short-row thing.” Must make this a prioridy.

  • hm… my telly has a funny reaction… as soon as something with sport is on – any game – it tends to change channel….
    However … it seems you have discovered the idea of how to avoid holes in intarsia 😉

  • Kay dear, what if you went Continental and called it the futbol sweater? Does that work for you or doesn’t it? Nah, it’s kind of like Continental breakfast, innit, which doesn’t really stand up to bangers and porridge.
    The image of all those blue suds makes me think I should hermetically seal the skein of Denim you kindly left behind for me. (Okay, the memory of the blue smudges on your cheeks and nose as you sat in my living room working on the back of the sweater also freaked me out a little.)
    We’re big fans of Folkmanis here, too. Bruno is the armadillo boy.
    xo, c.

  • Can I just say…
    Boomer Sooner!
    -A Loyal Fan

  • Oh thanks, Jennifer, now I have that stupid tune to Boomer Sooner (same tune as my grandma’s lullaby, ‘Bye-lo, bye-lo’)going through my brain in an endless loop.
    Let’s be clear–I am indifferent to the Sooners, the Huskers, the Crimson Tide, the WHATEVERS (I am still fond of the Huskers’ original name, the Bugeaters–this was back when men were men and football team names had a sense of humor). So it is entirely ineffectual to taunt me with Boomer Sooner. What does Boomer Sooner mean, anyway, and why do the Sooners find it the slightest bit motivating? xoxox Kay

  • The elastic hairband, in my family, has always been termed (dramatic pause), “a gizzie”. And yes, they are fab. I have about 6 wrapped around my keyring for speedyquickemergency use at any time, in anyplace.

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