I’ll just say it: we are completely and totally DISTRACTED. By the time this letter appears, you will be here in Nashville, and we will be running around lighting votives and greeting visitors to Nashville, because there is a huge deal going on:
LIZ IS GETTING MARRIED.
On Friday, our beloved ecommerce manager, Liz Masterson, will wed a swell guy, Eric Olson. It’s all pretty adorable.
Eric passed the supreme Kay-and-Ann Test of Fortitude by his spontaneous appearance at our office move back in January, where he did many amazing things including Make Sure The Shelves Can’t Fall Down. He was also instrumental in the development of MDK March Mayhem, given his expertise in sports brackets. He did not blink when we explained that a knitting pattern bracket was a thing.
It was at that point that Eric become an Honorary Knitter. Whether he knows this or not.
Anyway, we’re so thrilled about this nuptial splendor that we basically coerced Liz and Eric into letting us host their rehearsal dinner. It gets under way tonight, and it will involve family coming from New York, Wisconsin, and the eastern part of Tennessee. We can’t wait to meet everybody, and I’ll be sure to get pix of the happy couple. We wish you were all here to celebrate with us.
Meanwhile, In Nostalgialand
I’m knitting a baby blanket. (NOBODY IS PREGNANT IN MY FAMILY.) I’m not sure what got into me, except that the school’s yearbook editor has requested a baby photo to include in Clif’s senior page.
This sent me off into an 18-year archive of photographs of Clif. There are so many. My mom had four baby pictures of me, and one of them was me about to throw up on my older brother.
Do I go for wacky? Unintentionally hilarious?
I went for sweet. This is how I think of Clif: wonderment was his constant expression. The photo in the crib was his first Easter, where brother David brought him his Easter basket and explained—as only a talky four year old does—the concept of the Easter Bunny.
Of course, as a result of this days-long reverie, I started making a baby blanket.
This batch of precious precious Lichen and Lace Worsted, colorway Wild Flowers, was going to be Easel Sweater No. 4. But as I thought about my boy, and all those photos of his fat pink face and his endless antics, I thought this joyous colorway really would make for a beautiful baby blanket. And with log cabin fever raging in my head, I wondered what would happen if I just dove in.
It’s not exactly a Visible Log Cabin pattern, but you can kind of see the deal when you look at the back side.
You may be asking, what is a log cabin blanket when you can’t see the log cabin part? I don’t really have a good answer to this, but I will say that log cabin using one color is one of the great pleasures of knitting. You finish a patch, bind off, turn the corner, pick up a new row of stitches, and whammo—you’re back at it.
I wasn’t a knitter when Clif was born (CRUSHING MISSED OPPORTUNITY), so maybe this is some sort of catch-up baby knitting. I don’t know. But I’m happy to see this yarn turn into a field of wildflowers, because there’s no baby in the world who wouldn’t benefit from a blanket of Wild Flowers.