I’ve got all sorts of pix of this ‘n’ that to show you, but no way to get pix from my AnnCam to my blogputer. Busted cable. Happily, tomorrow is the day when my new AnnCam USB umbilical cord is due from cablestogo.com (located in Ohio, of course).
Enough with the excuses. How’m I doing, you ask?
In the course of a week, now that school is out, I have already used two of the most potent weapons in my arsenal of child diversion.
1. Chuck E. Cheese.
The only good thing about this place is that you can sit quietly while your children run around like banshees, slinging tokens, getting buzzed on Sprite, and chanting “We hate Chuck E.! We hate Chuck E.!” I see fraternity life in their futures.
2. Adventure Science Center.
The children play with the kinetic motion demonstrator display for thirty seconds, then spend the next two hours climbing up and down this enormous tower that includes a walk-through heart (ech!) and a giant keyboard that never seems to get a tune going. Teachable moment? I’m just looking for a knittable moment.
As I sit in this deafening place, with Project Linus spread over my knees and half of the bench beside me, a woman walks up to me and says, “Hi. I saw you at Chuck E. Cheese the other day. Still working on that thing? What is it?”
Great. I am known because of the shapeless mess I carry around.
Happily, We Learn About Ourselves Every Day
The good news is that Project Linus is done. It is the largest item I have ever knitted. I was so inured to this project, so abject and pathetic about my chances of ever finishing it, that I actually overshot and knitted two rows beyond the logical stopping point. I had 800 stitches to rip out before I cast off the thing.
Tragically, I can’t show you a picture, but imagine this: me, standing in my front yard wearing my white T-shirt and khaki shorts (hey, it’s summer), draping Linus artistically about my person while neighbors and worker dudes pass by. Has it really come to this?
Let’s just say that I’m really pleased to have such a nice big rectangle to snuggle with, now that the humidity in Nashville has crossed 90%. The Koigu Alligator Wrap really does drape like a dream, and tomorrow when I can show it to you, I will need input on the burning question: to fringe or not to fringe?
I began this on May 14, just as the fellas’ swimming lessons began. I’m telling you this because this project, for the first time in my life, has allowed me to calculate exactly how fast I knit. I know exactly how many stitches there are in this thing (70,400). I know how many days I have worked on this (42). That puts me at 1,676 stitches average per day. Let me know if you need me to calculate your stitch rate. Glad to help.
In Another Corner of My Stash
The baby beluga sweater of your most recent letter sent me scurrying to come up with a wee tiny project of my own. Project Linus is enough to send anybody to Little Stitches, where the sweaters are thumb sized and the needles are, well, needles.
My most babyish yarn also happens to be a favorite: Rowan Cotton Glace. I have been stowing this stuff away since I discovered it a few years ago. It’s a simple mercerized cotton (thanks, Lis, for the research on mercerization), but it comes in the most delicious, sheeny little round balls. You want to eat them for dessert.
As I wondered for whom I would be knitting this cute little baby sweater, I realized that I am woefully short on babies at the moment. No babies around at all, come to think of it, so I turned my thoughts to the biggest, whiniest baby of them all: me.
I’m thinking of Kim Hargreaves’s Asta from Rowan’s latest issue, number 35, which has lots of shaping and sleeves and all the things that Project Linus lacked, including one big red bow. Don’t worry. We’ll think of something else. I have three really close summery shades, and I’m planning to bust my stash and make this a multicolor blandfest. You know me.
Maybe a big red bow would be a good idea.
Hope you’re staying cool. We’re moving slow down here.