First of all, Happy Passover! I hope you and the collected fambly folk who land at your house tonight have a splendid evening.
The Monday Weigh-In
Do you remember when you had a very small baby, say five months old? Remember when you’d hold out that tiny spoon of oatmeal, coaxing your darling to open his pink mouth and slurp it up? Remember how you’d open your mouth too, kind of bend your face into weird shapes while you watched that oatmeal find its way? “Yaaaaay! You took a bite!”
Well, that’s what’s going on with the two-handed Fair Isle lessons here. Weird faces. Sloooooow movements. “Yaaaaay! I made a stitch!”
Here are the past week’s eight rounds of oatmeal-eating progress. I know at this point you are asking, Why are you doing this? Don’t you have squares you should be making?
My answer is, I know. It’s kind of torturous to watch such agonized efforts. But it really is getting easier, thanks to all those clever Fair Islers who have made such excellent suggestions. And who knows, someday I might get a sweater out of it.