Oh no! Looking through the Southampton Press with my Sunday coffee, I saw that the event on Wednesday at noon at the Southampton Historical Museum requires an RSVP. So to any folks who are planning on going, please call 283-0774, ext. 523 to ensure that there will be enough cookies and lemonade for our porch-knitting needs!
Dept. of Sparkleness
Kay finished her mom’s Sparkle Wrap in less than 48 hours because:
a. She is an exemplary daughter.
b. She loves her mom.
c. The knittin’ goes fast on those number 19s.
d. She was going to kill herself if the sparkle yarn stayed in the house for one more day.
I think you know the correct answer. I was going to give myself some moral window dressing by adding an ‘all of the above’ option. But we know the real true down-and-dirty answer is (d): urgent need to remove sparkle from the premises.
I won’t sugarcoat it for you. It was a quick project but it knocked the stuffing out of my knitting mojo. If I ever have to double-strand stretchy AND twinkly yarns together on Number 19s again, I’ll be looking for a new hobby real quick. (I’m thinking ice fishing would be more enjoyable.) My elbows hurt. I felt real cranky. Very un-devoted-daughterly. I could barely bring myself to take a picture of the thing. Oh, all right:
It’s like 12 feet long. Seriously, it’s at least 7 feet long. Mom is many things, but ‘tall’ is not one of them. She is going to have to double-wrap herself.
Here’s a side effect for ya: bad dreams about hammocks.
The edging is in a cat’s eye pattern, which would look great if it were about 10 times smaller, or if you stood WAY back from it.
It was eggzackly the same gauge as safety fencing. I know it’s not kind to say that. It turns out that I am a huge size-ist when it comes to knitting. Small is better. More like, you know, KNITTING. I’m not extreme about it. I’m not so into the needle sizes lower than 3, I’ll admit. But the needle sizes over 8 or 10 are just not fun for me. Quick results but while you’re knitting, you feel like you’re miming knitting for a large audience that is not sitting very close, and the finished product looks more like macrame. It is hard for me to call it ‘lace’. Plus, talk about expensive: you can blow through serious quantities of yarn in a few hours.
Whew! I feel so good to have gotten that off my chest. I hope Mom enjoys her wrappy, really I do. But next time she’s getting human-sized knitting. Just sayin’.
In fambly news, Carrie spent 4 nights at Sleep Week at her day camp. She went away on Monday. On Friday, they sent me back:
This person. I ask you, is this my kid? Not only is she blonder and much dirtier than the child I gave them in good faith, she is older and tougher beyond anything that could have happened to her in 4 nights and 5 days of wholesome outdoor activity. I want my kid back.
She’s still crazy about the Window Art. So it must be her.
See you Tuesday!