Do you ever have a week where you are just a one-woman hive of productive activity? You know, where you polish all of Hubbo’s shoes while doing the taxes and organizing family photos going back to 1988? Where you re-do the rolodex and cook up multiple batches of chili and soup to freeze for nutritious meals of the future?
Me neither. Which is why the past few days have been so strange. Honestly, I’ve been getting so much done I can barely keep track of myself. Knitting and otherwise. At some point, I asked myself, when have I felt this peculiar feeling before? And I remembered that day in October 1998, when I suddenly realized that it was necessary to vacuum all the draperies and blinds with the Special Drapery Attachment whilst standing on a step ladder with a bottle of Windex in my other hand. By early evening I had achieved a Dust-Free Enviroment and realized that it was time to have a baby. In a couple of hours. Oh, so this is the Nesting, I said. The Nesting is a powerful thing.
Well, clearly, we can rule out Nesting. So then it occurred to me, with a horror and a dread, that maybe this was something of a similarly hormonal nature. Like maybe it could be a sign or a symbol of the beginning of….the Condition About Which We Are Not Ready To Think. I’m not saying that I’ve taken the step of discussing this with anyone to whom you are related by marriage who may or may not be my age, but let’s just say that notes have been compared and I’m expecting the house to be EXTREMELY CLEAN and my person to be TOASTY WARM, on and off for the next couple of years. It might be a good time to visit if you’ll be wanting fluffy towels and muffins for breakfast and the occasional 20-minute rant about lint filter maintenance.
With all this productivity, I do not have time to be sitting here at the computer (wait, let me just dust off the screen with the Microfiber Mitt–there that’s much better) jawing with you. So I’ll just show you the knitting pictures so I can get on with the business of Alphabetizing the Spice Jars 2005.
My friend Mary the Paralegal Extraordinaire, who saved my butt from many a document production nightmare back in the old days, has taken up African Drumming. Mary doesn’t do things by half-measures. She’s a-drumming all over Brooklyn and Manhattan. She needed a case for her tray drum which she informed me, in a sort of hinty way, is 18 inches in diameter and 2 and half inches deep.
(Universally Recognized Object is for scale.)
This is my third attempt. I do not want to talk about attempts One and Two. This is going to work, dammit! I’m making a drum sandwich out of two of these, joined with a garter stitch strap. All pieces will be felted separately and then dried on the drum itself. It’s going to fit, okay? I need to believe that.
In re Blu
Cristina and I would like to post a tip sheet for the Blu baby jeans. So far my only tip is that it is not strictly necessary to sew the live waistband stitches down with sewing thread. Personally, I hate taking those sharp sewing needles to knitting. They are sticky and pokey and so very reminiscent of Home Economics Class. So on one of my 5 pairs, I used regular denim yarn to sew the waistband down, and found that it didn’t add much bulk to the waistband, and even if it did, it was well worth it to be able to use my blue plastic yarn needle and not hurt myself or have to deal with making teeny-tiny knots in sewing thread.
If anybody has any tips, please send them in.
We also have a beautiful schematic drawing, which may be helpful and may even qualify as a tip. (Tip: this is how the leg pieces are sposed to look.) Reader Cheryl K. of Philly was kind enough to cook it up for us. Isn’t it so cool and professional looking?
The question has been asked: why did I make so many? (The assumption here is that I needed a reason.) Well, for one thing, I never seemed to have the right size at the right time. Also I wanted to test-drive the different sizes, and I was curious to see how many cool handmade labels Cristina could come up with. Also I wanted to show a pair with a “WEAR Rowan Denim” label. (Tip: one of these labels comes in every 20-ball pack of Rowan Denim. If you are not buying a full bag, ask your friendly yarn store person to see if there are any full bags in the back; the label will be stapled to a piece of paper in the bag.)
Glad Rags (and I Do Mean Rags)
I know you, my girl. I know that nothing says Festive Holiday Spirit to you like a brand new cardigan the color of peat, or dung, or perhaps a color that is so colorless that it is not considered a color at all. So I am channelling a little of my manic busywork in your direction:
Yes, it’s the much-delayed, long-promised Olive cardi. The sweater voted Easiest to Forget You Ever Made Because It’s Such A Long Murky Slog of Tweed Stockinette. It’s all for you doll. I’m a-settin’ in some sleeves while the light is good enough to distinquish one doleful piece from the others. Is this a sleeve? Is this a front? Will anybody notice if I set the fronts into the armholes? We’ll see. One thing is certain: you’re gonna just sparkle on New Year’s Eve this year!!!!
Time for a bracing cup of soy hull tea or other godawful holistic remedy. You have a nice day now!