I am having a Dusty Springfield kind of morning. “Son of a Preacher Man”–come ON, now. What more could you ever, ever want in a song? That video of her makes me CRY, it’s so great.
Also weeping with joy at the election of Nashville’s new mayor, Karl Dean. This makes three mayors in a row who didn’t grow up here. Speaking as somebody who did grow up here, I can tell you that the city seems to do best when there’s a person from Massachusetts running the place. (Ask me sometime about the days when Bill Boner–real name–was the mayor. It was like the city was coming aPART.)
How’s that manuscript-reviewing coming? I personally have decided to drape knitting over the thing in hopes that it will be like a magic trick where I lift up the knitting to discover that POOF everything is all tidy. I also am certain a shiny new pony is going to fall out of the sky at any moment, too.
I’m finishing up a long-delayed Perfect Sweater, the fourth of these that I’ve made. I began it last winter, when David’s incredible tennis coach Lise complained about her trouble finding sweaters long enough for her Wimbledony arms. I explained to her how GREAT knitting is–that you can make sleeves any dang length you want can ya believe it?–and she got sort of tearful upon considering this. So I sent her the link to the Cascade 220 web site, and she picked this deluxe orange heather (shade 2425).
(One bit of Ravelry fun is to poke through their yarn area. (Disguised as you, of course. I expect never to get to join the thing at the rate I’m going.) Cascade 220 is currently the most popular yarn in use (2,264 projects started), well ahead of second-place Koigu (1,764 projects). Fawhscinating!
I have never made a sleeve this long. If I had arms this long, I could go to Wimbledon too. On my shiny new pony, with my perfectly edited knitting book manuscript.