Well, nobody can say I haven’t heard a hundred tubas playing at the same time.
Audience reaction was mixed. I loved it–imagine an ocean liner–or ten ocean liners–playing “The First Noel,” and you’ll have the idea.
After having our bones shaken by this group (which included at least one tuba from Bismarck, North Dakota), we headed to the Country Music Hall of Fame down the street. Next time you’re in town, I have to take you to the SoBro Grill there, because they had a sandwich that . . . well . . . Imagine a BLT: bacon, lettuce, and tomato. But imagine that the T is green and fried. A fried green tomato BLT, with some wicked mayo concoction and a little fresh mozzarella to bind it all together. I had to lie down. I thought I was literally going to die. It was hardcore.
Interlude with Robin
Our favorite second grade teacher came over yesterday for a little coffee and conversation. (The fellas kept wandering in, suspiciously eyeing A Teacher From Their School who had somehow infiltrated their home.) Robin gave me this scarf (“There are two weeks of the year when you can wear this color,” she said, ha!), which has a twirly line of Schaefer something or other needle-felted all the way across. Cool, eh? I have GOT to get one of wicked-looking tools.
I Am Starting to Sound Like You
The serial knitting of the same damn thing continues. I’ve decided to make Perfect Sweaters to match every piece of furniture in the house.
OK, so this will be my final go at this pattern for a while–it’s for the fellas’ tennis coach, who really is the sort of person who deserves a sweater. Lise picked her color, Shade 2425, called Provence, which really is a fine, quiet orange with its slight halo of yellow.
Chronic pattern knitting. Surely there’s some medication I could take to wean me off this.
Advice for a Knitter
Jane in Apple Valley, Minnesota wrote seeking advice for a knitting problem which I think, like the pain and itch of hemorrhoidal tissues, is all too common. She says that her stockinette is inconsistent–purl rows are tighter than knit rows. I wrote her my two cents as follows but wonder if you guys have any other advice for her. She has tried using one smaller needle, without success.
Dear Jane in Apple Valley, MN,
Tension is a really weird thing. When I started knitting, my purl rows were always LOOSER than my knit rows, and I had the same problem you did.
If you think about it, each stitch you make is the result of several factors:
1.) How tightly you wrap (or throw, or however you get the yarn around the left needle).
2.) What happens after you wrap that stitch, and you pull it off your left needle. Are you a tugger? Does your finger kind of yank the yarn a little? Do you do nothing?
3.) The way you hold your yarn. I wrap it around my right pinky one time, then sort of throw with my index finger up near the tip of the needle. Everybody has her own way of doing this. I did find that once I started wrapping yarn around my right pinky, the yarn moved more smoothly, and it was easier for me to knit my knit rows a little looser, and my purl rows a little tighter.
It’s so subtle, though–the slightest change can make a huge difference. It can be like trying to think about breathing–impossible!
At this point I seem to be able to crank a smooth stockinette, but I really did spend some time a while ago trying to fix this problem. It sounds like you’ve found all the fixes that people usually suggest. Maybe you could give yourself a little home seminar in Perfecting Stockinette. Really watch what you’re doing, be aware of all the things you do when you make a stitch, and see if you can pin down why some stitches are tighter than others.
All I Want for Christmas is a Jelly Injector . . .