Still reeling from the shock of finding myself back home, and in possession of an underwear drawer. Sorry if that’s Too Much Information. I just have to say, this concept of closets and drawers for storage of one’s stuff is such an EXCELLENT idea. All day long, I’m walking around opening drawers and going: ‘That’s my stuff there.’ ‘Oh, look in this drawer: nobody else’s stuff in there.’ ‘See here, this entire closet is completely free of unidentifiable household items circa 1957!’ It’s thrilling. I’ve pledged to try very hard not to accumulate more stuff than we need. I am loving the stripped-down life. Bare walls, 6 t-shirts to my name, seeing the bottom of the kitchen junk drawer: aaaahhhhhhh.
But of course, it’s all well and good to aspire to a stripped-down life when you’re living a First World lifestyle that is anything BUT stripped down. Meanwhile, Afghans for Afghans is still doing its hard work of helping people in Afghanistan who lack basics like blankets and socks. They’ve got an urgent need, at the moment, for wool baby blankets for newborns at a new health center. Read about it here. You know me: extremely vulnerable to pretexts for knitting acres of garter stitch. These are small blankets, too, so I think the Mother’s Day deadline is realistic. Go forth and bust ye some stash, my friends, if the spirit moves you. If you send me pictures, I’ll post them, old-school Afghanalong style, in the Found Objects.
I’m using the karmically perfect yarn: warm wool sent to me, far too long ago, by the Undisputed Champion of the Charity Blanket Knitters, dear Anna. (If you are unfamiliar with Anna’s work, go take a look at her stunning collection of charity blankets–125 of them so far. So far!)
To enable me to knit without looking, while watching midnight reruns of Scrubs (always a priority) (don’t you dare judge me, Miss Blades of Glory, Miss Ballad of Ricky Bobby), I’m using Cara’s brilliant “Chance” formula. How this works: I pick a random number between 1 and 18 (18 representing ‘chai’, or ‘life’, in Jewish mysticism), and that number is my initial cast-on. (My “random number generator” is: asking whoever is handy, “Quick: Pick a number between 1 and 18!”) The next random number between 1 and 18 tells me how many garter ridges to knit before binding off the initial strip. The next random number between 1 and 18 is the number of garter ridges for the next strip, and so on until I’ve used up all of the beautiful blue Finnish wool. The colors get used in the same order, over and over. When a color runs out, I’ll just skip ahead to the next color, and so forth until I’m out of yarn or the blanket is 40 inches by 40 inches. Should look really cool if I’m lucky. And it’ll be very warm.
OK, so it’s kind of small at the moment. Gimme a couple of nights with Dr. Dorian, willya?