Chenille being what it is, I thought it best to start the Sassy I’m knitting for you in the most sanctified environment possible: church. I’m not saying we’re waving incense over it or laying on the hands, but a little spiritual nudge never hurts. It makes a fine project for sitting in the back of Sunday school listening to whoever has the podium for the hour. Today the dean spent an hour decoding “The Da Vinci Code,” a book that sounds like a perfectly fine thriller and not much more. Has anybody out there read it? Is it in fact a threat to Christianity? Give me a BREAK.
At this point there’s a little nest of us needlecrafters back there, including one needlepointer who has taken it upon herself to spearhead the creation of new kneeling pads for the sanctuary. I was hoping to get a picture of Coleman and her nine-and-a-half-foot canvas this morning, but she was probably off in a quiet room, wishing she’d never thought of the idea. She has worked it out so that the words of Genesis stream around the edges of the box cushions; with 25 feet of cushions to make, I’m guessing she got into Leviticus before she filled them. She’s freehanding the birds and flowers, and by 2007 they will be something.
Sassy is velvety and navy blue, and just about impossible to capture on film. (Uh, digital stuff. Whatever.) I like the little ropes between the columns of stockinette. It’ll be a while, Advent surely, before I and the spirits of Christ Church Cathedral will have this thing done. Will try to keep the candle wax off.