Ann has asked me to post the following on her behalf. I took the liberty of inserting some extra ‘y’all’s and ‘yee-ha’s to ensure that authentic Ann Flavor. (Just kidding!) Actually, I did take the liberty of inserting random pictures from my move, which have nothing whatsover to do with what Ann is talking about. I just thought we needed some pictures.
[Random Picture Number 1: “Moving Day.”]
Sorry to have been such a crummy correspondent. I miss
everybody! It’s hard to get those long, pointless sentences
going on my blogfone, but today I have found an actual computer
in the basement of one of the houses here at the Monteagle
Assembly, and I’m feeling like a guinea pig set free.
[Random Picture Number 2: Untitled (Hamster).]
(P.S. Does anybody want an overfed, underexercised guinea pig? I’m
now officially Fatigued of poopscooping. If Squeaker would just
jump in on a conversation or something, I’d feel more of a bond
with her. What is that tiny mind thinking? Is it thinking?
Sorry. Trying to be a loving rodent caregiver.)
Sorry also not to provide pix of the copious amounts of knitting
I’m producing up here. But imagine these common features:
C. Well, large and easy pretty much cover it.
When I left Nashville, back in 2004 or so, I threw a bunch of
stuff in bags and figured, Hell, something will come of all
[Random Picture Number 3: Afghan Squares Under Guard on Moving Van.]
I’ve revisited Scribble Lace knitting to good effect. (Thank you
Cristina for pointing out the importance of thinness when it
comes to the thin yarn.) It’s now a slippery kind of scarfy
thing that may visit my bathroom window before it’s done.
After the Colinette Point 5 wallow that resulted in a
scarf/throw/tarpaulin, I moved to the batch of Araucana Nature
Cotton that I bought at Sheila’s Warehouse de Yarn. I managed to
match up the Nature Cotton with a Rowan 32 pattern called Tammy
which called for Rowan Polar. I’m using 10 1/2 needles which
move things right along, but all is not well with this Nature
Cotton. Nature Cotton is the softest yarn I have ever felt, but
it is not behaving. Its thick/thin nature makes my knitting look
wildly irregular–not just irregular, not just Point 5
irregular, but I-Can’t-Knit goofy. I’m embracing imperfection
like a long-lost friend these days, but Nature Cotton is testing
my tolerance for lumpiness. I’m hoping all will gel into a
modern little pullover.
[Random Picture Number 4: A Typical Box.]
And incredibly enough, I have purchased my first Noro Kureyon
here at the Monteagle Assembly. In the one place in the world
where I thought I could avoid yarn shopping, a wonderful
knitting teacher from Memphis showed up with a trunkful of yarn
from Yarniverse, a great shop. I had to laugh. Eyelash by the
bale, Lamb’s Pride, you name it. I’m now the proud owner of a
Kureyon ribbed scarf in a pukey combination of flesh, lime,
fuschia, gray, and tan. Those Japanese are nuts.
Lots of love,
[Note from Kay: Is it just me, or does anybody else hear the theme from Ken Burns’ ‘Civil War’ documentary when Ann posts from Grundy County?]