Your last post touched a chord. As I was PhotoShopping my way through the 83 images currently stored on the KayCam (mostly touching still lifes, mostly of knitting), this snap of Hubby’s 50-year-old shoes, resting on one of his mother’s bookshelves (otherwise laden with pseudo-feminist literature of the 70s), seemed like a pretty good answer to fretting about the papoose-driven life. The memory, nearly faded, of the days when we worried about getting the papooses into our life, comes back once in a while when I feel like my sole raison d’etre is picking up the cold, ketchupy Tater Tots they leave in their wake. But now that the papooses are, for the most part, doing the driving, life seems as it should be. Surprisingly lacking in can’t-miss meetings in the South of France, but as it should be. I am sure that those whose lives are driven by porpoises feel much the same; they wouldn’t trade the slippery guys and their wacked-out language of clicks and barks for all of Cannes.
By the way, to this day Hubby doesn’t take very good care of his shoes.
Lacking sufficient attention span to finish up more important projects (like that woolly cardigan I know you’re despairing of ever seeing), I have fallen back on my Comfort Knitting: square stuff and felted stuff.
Have I bent your ear yet about Maysville Rug Filler? I love this stuff. A yarn so thick and absorbent, you could attach a skein of it to your Swiffer and mop the floor with it. It knits up soft and squishy, in bright washable colors, on big needles–I use 17s. Last year, when I first discovered Maysville, I whipped up a little 2-skein bathmat in garter stitch. It is still in use, and after months of wet feet and frequent washings in the lousy machines in our basement, it still looks OK. It’s a homey, happy little bathmat.
My inner fussbudget didn’t like that it tends to get flattened down, and that the selvedge edges tend to stretch out of shape. So, I gathered together some skeins of thick cotton/acrylics, Artful Yarns ‘Dance’ and Lang ‘Filo’, and experimented with knitting a strand of one of these along with the Maysville mop stuff.
My second line of defense was to avoid selvedge edges altogether by doing my rug–you guessed it–Log Cabin style, which results in all four sides being cast-off edges.
The best part? On a lazy pajama Saturday, you can knit a thick n’ squishy rug over two cups of coffee and be done by noontime. Here’s the proof:
Stage 1: All-pink center patch. (First cup still warm.)
Stage 2: Yellow log-cabin frame. (Thinking about a shower. Nah–knit some more.)
Stage 3: Wa-freakin’-la! (Although I think I pulled a muscle working the No. 17s.)
This made the most delicious, squooshy, yet firm, little bath rug ever in the history of bath rugs. OK, so it’s a little bright. We’ll put it in a spot that’s in need of major perking up. The main thing is, it was fun to knit.
In other Comfort Knitting News, I continue to try to make the perfect felted tray and/or bowl. The idea is, it would be nice to have something to dump the keys and coins in, that would protect the tabletops and at the same time, quietly announce: “Mommy’s Crazy.”
I have achieved only modest success:
These are both in Noro Kureyon. I knit garter stitch bottoms that seemed about the right size, picked up stitches and knit up the sides in the round. What can I say? They’re an Acquired Taste.
Film Stars Department
I exchanged after-school pleasantries with a Minor Sitcom Star. Sorry, that’s all I’ve got.