What can I say? That blurb in the newspaper gave me iron-poor blood, to the point that Hubby had to pat me on the back and say, ‘My wife: I think I’ll keep her.’ (Remember those Geritol commercials, which were responsible for creating more feminists than Gloria Steinem? Teenage Kay (of Blessed Memory) used to yell at the screen, ‘Ya big JERK! You THINK you’ll KEEP her? You’re lucky you’re getting ANY, Mister!’)
(As a parenthetical to my parenthetical, I couldn’t find that commercial on YouTube, but lookie: Here’s Mary Chapin Carpenter singing ‘He Thinks He’ll Keep Her’, her song inspired by the same teenage rage, with backup singers including EMMYLOU FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE):
I love a nice parenthetical, don’t you?)
With or without help from the journalists of Maine, I have been giving a lot of thought to the Journey to the Grave. Here are some of the questions I ask myself, as I approach my 49th birthday: (Approach, people! It’s a LONG WAY OFF!)
1. The granny cart: should I be calling it the Me Cart?
2. The highlights: Is it time to take them bluer?
3. “Criminetly!”, “for land’s sake,” and other old-timey sayings: Is it still cute to sound like Grandma Mabel, or do people think I really do remember 1937?
4. The Pants Formerly Known As Mom Jeans, by which I mean the Contoured Fit Jeans That Changed My Life: Should I abandon ‘sits below natural waist’ for ‘sits above third rib’? (And not for nothing, but isn’t ‘contoured’ just the greatest euphemism EVER for ‘big butt’? ‘Relaxed’ was fine, but ‘contoured’ rocks!)
I welcome your thoughts, dearie. (Re: “dearie”: I talk like that now. FYI.)
Since I must do something to occupy myself in my decrepitude, and since that something seems to be “more traditional” knitting, I have scarves to show.
The Last of the Red Hot Red Scarves
A full week ahead of the end of January, I packed up and really, truly mailed:
My red Argosy in Noro Silk Garden.
The second of two Baby Genius Burp Scarves. In your honor, I included a post card of Paul Newman with this one. The red one got John Lennon, wearing a scarf. (I am trying to inspire the Youth of America to greater heights of scarf-wearing.)
Hey–it’s not too late to mail a late-breaking scarf to the Red Scarf Project. And for those who want to get the jump on the hoped-for Red Scarf Project 2008, one of the sweetest yarn stores on the planet, North Fork Stitches on the East End of Long Island, is having a Red Scarf knitting party this coming Sunday. Call for the specifics–good times!
The Argosy and the Ecstasy
I had such fun knitting my first Argosy that I immediately cast on a second one, for myself.
This is Euroflax sportweight linen, which Cristina dyed. I love it with a fiery indigo passion. Until Argosy came along, I had no idea what to make with it.
Blocking flattens out the crunchy undulations. I can’t decide whether that’s a good thing. Argosy is a quick and satisfying knit, and would be a mignonne addition to any Stylin’ Little Old Lady’s spring wardrobe. I keep thinking about expanding the pattern into a baby blanket. Wouldn’t it make a beautiful christening shawl?
Notes on Argosy: Someone wrote me describing Argosy as ‘cheater entrelac’ (in a good way), and that is true. The fun bit is that it’s knit on the bias; you start with one square and ramp it up to 5 squares that keep moving over (sideways, to the left) with every repeat. Highly reminiscent, for me at least, of le fameux Clapotis, with a similar payoff in pizzazz. I used the charts exclusively, not the written-out instructions. The charts were most excellent, and error-free. Once you understand the architecture of the pattern, you don’t need to carry the chart around with you. I rate Argosy 5 stars: Worth a detour.
Happy weekend all! No need to comfort me about getting old–I have reached the Age of Not Giving a Damn, seriously! Life is so juicy and chewy and interesting, at any age, that it’s just not right to complain about not being able to bounce spare change off one’s hindquarters (which is highly overrated –ask me how I know).