Missing you tragically. After everyone left last weekend, I dropped by the house of a friend, who informed me, as friends do, that she had never seen me looking so haggard. Well. Fair enough. Trying to look perkier with every passing day. Chins up!
My favorite moment from the blur of last week, bar none:
Baby Rose decided she wanted to learn to knit, and picked the right person to teach her. I would like to be able to say that the entire crew (knitters all) paused to sing kumbaya and welcome a new member to the coven, but what we actually said was, “Rosie, come get your makeup on.” Rose wangled a manicure, pedicure and aromatherapy facial from Mary Elizabeth the makeup artiste and involuntary model. (Photo shoot tip: make sure everyone involved in the project is attractive so you don’t have to hunt down so many models.)
Public Service Announcement: Attention all attractive citizens of Southampton, Water Mill and Sag Harbor, New York: It is now safe to leave your homes. You will not be set upon by knitting book authors seeking to muffle you in woollens. Repeat: it is now safe to leave your homes.
I have been thinking a lot about Beauty these past weeks, and I have come to the conclusion that there are beautiful people everywhere. Everywhere! People are a lot prettier, when you really look at them, than we are usually aware of. Especially the youngsters, but also those who have had a little of their shine worn off with wear. People are cuter today than ever before. And when you put a handknit on them, it’s a Cute Bomb that could destroy the planet.
I Got You a Sleeve, It’s Real Big
Hubby’s birthday was Sunday. In Hubby’s family, a birthday is not a casual thing. It requires a present, even if it was just Father’s Day two weeks ago so you’ve already bought him his summer play clothes from the Big And Tall Shoppe, and it requires a heartfelt card expressing supportive yet borderline passive-aggressive sentiments such as, “Hope you meet your weight loss goals this year.” (No kidding, this is classic Hubby’s Family Birthday Card Etiquette. You can’t just write Happy Birthday Sweetie. That is considered Uncaring. One must show an interest in the Birthday Boy’s journey of self-improvement.) Here’s what Hubby got from me this year:
An awesome, yet partial, sleeve.
This is the Cornish Knit Frock. Yes, I’m knitting my 6 foot 7 man a frock. That just tickles the heck out of me, Hubby wearing a frock, just like Nancy Drew.
The Cornish Knit Frock is in this forthcoming book by Jane and Patrick Gottelier. AN ALL-DENIM BOOK. CAN YOU STAND IT?
My goal: to knit everything in the book (including the fabulous WHITBY SWEATER that everybody is crazy about), by the time the book comes out this November, or, failing that, in my lifetime. Jane and Patrick know EVERYTHING about denim yarn, including all the secret fashion-trade tricks to make it look beaten up. I am going to be their number one SuperFan and stalker. Oh wait, I already am.