Much has happened since last we co-posted the entire history of our lives: Clif’s first soccer game. (Half the team decided to hang on the sideline, citing fear of the opposing team, but Fella was out there showing a surprising level of spunk.) Ninety-sixth birthday party for Hubbo’s grandfather, Big Daddy. Tennessee Titans professional routing of the loathsome Oakland Raiders. I’m a wreck.
Foremost, of course, is my thrilling progress on Birch. I have decided to chronicle its development in the most painful detail possible, so here we are, 9/9/03.
The fantastic fluffitude of Kidsilk Haze cannot be overstated.
The fourth repeat of birch leaves is the first time one feels that perhaps the decreases might someday actually add up to a shorter row. I am proud to announce that this shawl has become my tote-along project of choice, usurping for the moment Jack ‘n’ Eddie, which will return to top status once I screw up Birch and drop a bunch of stitches.
It is fantastic to hear from our readers. I’d like to give a yoohoo to Dr. Betty Ruth Speir, a Pat Clack-level knitter down in Point Clear, Alabama, and dear family friend. I’m talking ten-sweaters-for-Christmas productivity. Knit herself an alpaca suit. Good grief! Here, to give you a sense of where she’s coming from, is one of her projects:
This is surely the first three-dimensional bear-hug sweater I’ve ever seen. It’s as if Debbie Bliss decided halfway through a stuffed bear pattern that it needed to be a pullover. Amazing!
Much blogosity to come shortly.