Even as I write, Yoram Bauman, the world’s first and only stand-up economist, is sitting in my kitchen eating a waffle.
He’s in town for a gig today (here! Come laugh your way through the recession! Here‘s his tour schedule), and Hubbo has been showing him around town. The sights so far have included Music Row, Lower Broadway, and my father. For somebody from Seattle, it doesn’t get more exotic than that. We had beer-can chicken last night. I would post a photo of it, but the last time I posted a photo of beer-can chicken, we lost at least three vegan knitters from our readership and I frankly didn’t blame them. It’s kind of worrisome to see.
I know you’re wondering why my bloggage has been so subpar of late. No, I haven’t had a brow lift, though I just learned that someone younger than me has had one and it’s left me wondering about how low one’s brows one need to be in order to have them surgically rejiggered. I mean, if I couldn’t see anymore, I’d want to pick them up or something. Oh whatever. You know what I mean.
No, it’s only a combination of mundane forces that has left me off kilter, out of whack, unbloggy. Nothing big, really, but there have been painters in the house for more than a week, with no end in sight, as they do the sort of trim painting and ceiling painting that leaves the house looking exactly the same as it was before, only less beaten upon by children. The paint fumes have me hallucinating, so I ditch out a lot.
Another unsettling development: at my advanced age, I have started taking tennis lessons. I’ve never played tennis in my life, but after a spring break trip that involved five days of flailing around, I’ve got the BUG. The FEVER! I have this great book that the tennis guys in South Carolina gave me. It has their top ten tennis tips–it’s like the Ten Commandments, I swear. “Tennis Tip Number One: Low. You can’t be too low.” ISN’T THAT THE TRUTH?
Another factor is that the knitting I’m doing is just totally unlovely, even though it’s a lovely enough projeck. It’s a top-down sweater, the cover girl from Interweave Knits’ Spring 2009 issue, Andrea Pomerantz‘s Diminishing Rib Cardigan.
I’m using a choice Rhinebeck souvenir, a batch of handspun from Twin Ponds Fiber Farm in Lykens, PA. So authentic that they don’t even sell it online! This Border Leicester/Lincoln and mohair concoction features the wool of a sheep named Padmae. The natural silver-gray color is really amazing. Padmae, you’re a genius to be such a warm, beautiful color.
But on the needles, top-down sweaters look like a big pile of nothing, you know? So here you go: my big pile of nothing.
The clever features include a tubular cast on and cast off and an integrated I-cord edging down the front.
I am concerned that the stockinette on the top part is ferociously curly, and I’m not sure that blocking can fight that.
Same with the collar–it’s very foldy right now, and it’s not supposed to be. There are hundreds of versions of this sweater on Ravelry–some of them look kind of curly and foldy. Has anybody out there made this, and if so, did the front behave for you?
OK, hold on–I just found Andrea’s blog post about these issues, and I admire the forthright way she talks about the foldy curly situation. I wish I’d seen this before I cast on, so that I could add a buttonhole at the top. Maybe a little loop?
PS Movie of the week: I finally saw Julie/Julia on Netflix. Didn’t you just CRY at the end when Julia Child gets the first copy of her book in the mail? So thrilled for her.