And now for some unscheduled simu-blogging.
The Little Afghan That Could
Can you BULLEEEEEEVE how well the All Noro Afghan did in its eBay auction to benefit afghans for Afghans? The icing on the cake is that the buyer is someone with her heart totally in it. Our lovely Lady of the Moths, who has supported the Afghanalong from Day One and even hosted an Old-Timey Sew-Up Bee for Boston area knitters. Thank you Julia! You are crazy generous! Enjoy it in good health! Send a picture to Kaffe and make him writhe with envy!
Accounting Department (Hats)
Some have expressed doubts on my Olympic spirit, or perhaps my training, or perhaps just my attention span. So I feel pressure to document Hats 4 and 5.
Hat 4, in which Kay proves that at least one of her hats will fit the actual head of an actual child. This item is made of indigo-dyed Romney from a Nova Scotia outfit called Lamb’s Run, which Aunt Kathy so kindly brought me from her trip way up north last summer. I had to do my Signature Rolled Brim in Lamb’s Pride Bulky because, right out of the gate, with that Baby Huey guy yelling, ‘Put the HAMMER DOWN Kaydude! Shred me some HATS BABY!!!!!!’ I realized that this yarn, while dyed the most bluest warmest indigo, indigo to the point of nirvana, was not the stuff of a Signature Rolled Brim. This yarn takes the concept of ‘thick & thin’ to a ridiculous extreme. Manos looks like Rowan Wool Cotton compared to this stuff. Giant gobs of unspun wool, cheek by jowl with overspun sections of filament-weight barbed wire (by which I mean ‘bobwar’, Ann). You can see some of the big tufts hanging below the rim. This is the perfect yarn for a hair shirt, in case you’re planning for a special observance of Lent this year. But it will be plenty warm and once it turned into a hat, I liked it just fine. We knit something, we take note of its merits and demerits, we move on. We knit something else.
Here is Hat 5. Hat 5 did not quite get finished on Day 5, but that just adds to the Drama of Sport doesn’t it? Tonight, I must knit hats 5 AND 6. Can you stand the excitement? (Hat 5 is in a Manos-alike yarn called Rio de la Plata. I like this murky teal. Great yardage; I could almost get 2 hats out of the skein.)
At this point in the competition, I’m feeling like a star. I may not be the Flying Tomato, but sitting on the sofa, eating chips and turning out hat after hat– all cute, all warm, all head-sized– am I not deserving of a nickname?
Henceforth and for the duration of the Knitting Olympics, I am the Frying Potato.
And is it just me, or are the U.S. snowboarding uniforms kinda O Brother Where Art Thou?
A Sort of Olympic Moment Not Involving Knitting or Typing
Yesterday, puffing up a hill on the West Drive in Central Park on a glorious day of sunny skies and melting snow, I met Alberto Arroyo, the first man to run around the Reservoir, coming toward me. (Go here and here to see pictures of Alberto).
Me: “Alberto! Hi!” “Hey!” he said, “You look TERRIFIC! Keep it up!” The reason I was puffing up the hill was because I haven’t been feeling so TERRIFIC looking lately. What with all the typing and knitting and not so much with the running and shvitzing, ya know? So just that morning I had resolved to walk up the hills that I used to run (in a lumbering fashion that in retrospect seems quite peppy). On this first day of determination, there was Alberto, like an angel with a walker (a Wings of Desire-style angel), telling me I looked terrific and to keep it up, just like he used to when I really did look terrific and I really should have kept it up. We stopped and chatted. Alberto is a chatter. He chats with the mighty and the small. He’s got stories to tell.
Anyway (and if you’re one of my old running pals, like you for example, you might want to grab a Kleenex), Alberto told me that tomorrow, meaning today, would be his birthday.
His 90th birthday.
Alberto said he is grateful to God for his life and Central Park and being in Central Park every day and having a healthy mind in a healthy body. Happy Birthday Alberto! You look TERRIFIC. Keep it up.