When you said you were making Hilary Smith Callis’s Citron for the Knitting Olympics, I had a massive FRISSON because a skein of the pattern’s specified yarn, Malabrigo Lace, had just bubbled up from the tar pit of my stash. Shade 69, Pearl Zen. Right yarn, right place! GO!
I’ve just arrived at the bonus portion of this program, where each row gets 10% extra points from the judges. My knees aren’t so supple anymore. I’m doubling my triple toe loops. It’s just twenty more rows, but . . . my shoelace just broke . . .
It’s the right knitting for a cold, frankly. I’m stuck in bed with cats, coffee, and Kleenex.
Hay Dude Update
Sandy commented about the Hay Dude I mentioned in my last post. Turns out that this stalky fella may well be Nick Cave, an artist who teaches at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. So cool: he’s an Alvin Ailey-trained dancer who work combines dance and textiles. Here’s a profile (link requires NYT registration). And here’s a peek at what he’s up to:
Then again, maybe Hay Dude was just somebody trying to keep warm?