Happy Fourth of July! Every year, after our hamburgers and hot dogs, we read the Declaration of Independence. We pass it around the table and everyone who can read, reads a bit. It’s been a while since we’ve had someone at the table who can’t read. I know this is probably silly, but having seen Hamilton and listened to the cast recording dozens of times this past year made reading the Declaration much more meaningful. (We celebrated on July 3, Independence Day Eve.) King George! We will not come crawling back to you, especially not with all this Brexit business. (Queenie: no offense. We still love you and the Corgis.)
When not grilling things and loading and unloading the dishwasher this weekend, I’ve been dedicating my life, my fortune and my sacred honor to my Kaffe Fassett Big Flower Jacket.
This is not what knitting is all about, for me. It’s not relaxing, it does not center the chi or calm the mind. It’s the opposite of relaxing. I have to think, the whole time I’m doing it. Maybe thinking is relaxing for some folks, but for me it takes a lot of energy. I have to shush people when they are talking to me while I knit on this thing. If I chat, there is no hope of keeping everything straight in my mind. Yesterday, working on the right front of the jacket only, I made it from row 74 through row 85 in about an hour and a half. It’s work.
(The WS: yeesh!)
I’m not complaining. I’m loving knitting this thing and getting into Kaffe Fassett’s view of the world. As I knit, I wonder if he intended this level of difficulty. If he were making it, would he just let the background stripes flow, without keeping track of the color sequence? I think he would. It can’t possibly matter, but somehow, because the stripe sequence is written out so precisely, I feel obliged to follow it. With all the tails generated, I’m anxious about running out of one or more of the colors.
I don’t want to be That Guy, but here’s a friendly reminder: it’s July, people! If you want a new Rhinebeck Sweater this year, it’s time to giddyup. Don’t shoot the messenger. It’s about three months away.