While you’re off cleansing your home of an accumulation of paper that would freak out a fire marshall, I’ve been busy.
Anybody who knits observes a few necessary traditions: the winding o’ the yarn. The knitting o’ the swatch. The photocopying o’ the pattern. Making a copy of the pattern is the only way to keep those pattern books from falling into decay or, worse, actual use.
Well, it looks like Keava is going to be a part of my life longer than a sheet of copy paper can withstand. I’ve already lost two copies and had a yogurt-related incident with another. I had a moment of inspiration (in a preschool classroom, to be exact). I went to Kinko’s and had the dude behind the counter preserve my precious Keava chart between stiff ‘n’ shiny layers of . . . hi-kwalidy wipe-kleen plastic.
I know–I’m just one step away from decoupage.