I didn’t even notice that Dolly and Elton were in town. To tell you the truth, I am too excited because Belinda and Neil are in town.
Belinda is a Londoner who loves denim as much as I do. That’s how we met. She was googling ‘denim yarn’, and found me. (Well of course she did! Who else would she find?) I hadn’t met Neil before, and I’m always a bit nervous about the non-knitting members of the entourage. When they’re around, one has to spend a lot of time talking about things other than knitting, or they get grumpy. Which doesn’t seem fair.
But Neil has worked out just fine. Over lunch, I asked him if Belinda had knit him any sweaters (I know this was a pathetic conversational gambit, but it had been a long morning of Great Art Without Knitting). He reflected for a minute. I thought that maybe– like Hubby if faced with a similar situation– he might be having a deer-in-the-headlights moment trying to remember if he even had any handknits.
Then Neil spoke. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘of course I’ve a Whitby. And I’ve also got this wonderful old knitted docker jacket with cables and real pockets. The design called for false pockets but I wanted real ones so Belinda made them for me.’
Ann. You know I’m devoted, heart and soul, to Hubby. But wouldn’t it be nice if he had a British accent, and he casually called me ‘darling’ in said British accent, and he knew that his denim cardi is called ‘Creek’?
Perhaps that’s asking too much. Never mind.
The State of the Durrow
I did not meet my self-imposed goal of finishing Durrow by Sunday night. There was a slight setback involving knitting the back armhole shaping three times. This was due to deciding to add 10 rows to the body for Joseph’s height, ripping back to the beginning of the shaping to add the 10 rows, going to Valentina’s house to knit on Sunday afternoon, eating too many donuts and having too much fun, and therefore re-knitting the whole damn section without adding the 10 rows first. You should have heard them all gasp, as one, when I ripped it out again before I left for home.
So I’ve got one left sleeve to finish. I’m still in fine shape for Joseph to wear it on Thanksgiving, though. Other than my self-imposed, donut-induced challenges, it’s been a creampuff to knit. The cable is fun. The chart is beautiful. The gauge seems to be cooperating. We will see.
A Musical Tribute
I’ve been feeling a little guilty about not giving you a hand with the Perfect Handknit thing. I haven’t even found the Perfect Non-Wool Alternative yet. I’ve just not been a good team player here, and I want to make amends. So I wrote an Inspirational Theme Song. It’s to the tune of this song. I think Dolly and Elton would do a fabulous job with it. (Mr. Sondheim: I’m rilly sorry.)
There’s a neck for us
So many necks for us
Jewel and funnel and even square
Wait for us, somewhere.
There’s a shape for us,
A flattering shape for us.
Loosely skimming but not a sack
Darts to show the rack.
(note to Dolly: Key change here)
We’ll find a new way of knitting,
(Don’t worry, we’ll still be sitting)
Somewhere . . .
There’s a knit for us,
A perfect knit for us.
In the lounge and we’re halfway there.
Make a swatch and I’ll take you there
Happy weekend everybody. And holiday shoppers, don’t forget to check out this and this!
Buyers beware: The seller cannot guarantee that a human will look as good in Clapotis as Gumby does.