Got your 3 o’clock MomFone picture. It’s a gem!
It’s nice you’ve had an outing to the Monteagle Super Mall, but we’re all in suspense since your recent blackout bulletin (see Found Objects). Then again, I was surprised to hear you had electricity to begin with. (Just kidding! I love an idyllic rural retreat as much as the next guy.)
Enough about you, what about us? Did you realize that today, Bastille Day, is the one-year anniversary of our very first post on this site, hosted by the incomparably Beckyish Becky? I would have baked a cake, but my batterie de cuisine is wrapped up in this:
(Yes, I’m hogging North America’s allotment of bubble wrap. Sorry about that. Everybody else will have to move next month.)
What’s the knitting news? Is there any knitting news? Well of course there is!
As part of the move, I spent some hours doing the essential task of organizing the Afghanalong squares and boxing them up in Big-Ass Plastic Containers (Hubby did not necessarily agree that this task was essential). This is not as easy as it would seem. First, I tried to make a bulky-versus-worsted divvy: this did not work unless the bulkies were rilly bulky. I find I cannot reliably tell a worsted that is on the chunky side from an aran that is on the svelte side. And why try?
I ended up doing the divvy chromatically:
Here we have the beginnings of the red, blue and green stacks. There is wide variation and with purples I made a judgment call as to whether to toss them on the red or the blue piles. I love tonal colorways, but we’re not committed to laying out the afghans tonally. I do think it’s a great way of harmonizing the squares. I did manage to get enough Indisputable Bulkies together to lay out this afghan:
I put this one together because the wonderful Cindy has volunteered to sew up another afghan. Fear not: There are plenty more squares!
Finally, an important Afghanalong note: Some are concerned about mailing the squares to my current address, given its short shelf life. As soon as I have a new address to give out (don’t ask– it’s a New-York-is-crazy thing!), I will post a notice so that people can email me and get it. In the meantime, the Superintendent at our building will hold the squares. He’s a New York City firefighter and definitely worthy of this sacred trust.
I’m also going to be a bit slow (-er!) in posting pictures of the squares in the Found Objects. It is all I can do to log them in and keep track of them, at the moment. Thanks to everyone who has been sending them in. In our final month, we are hearing from Afghanalongers who have been there from the beginning, and from those who just joined the party. Mwahs to everyone.
And with that, it’s Goodbye to East 19th Street.
P.S. Almost forgot to share that I had a dee-lightful Celebrity Sighting this afternoon at local coffee bar. Jimmy Fallon was ahead of me in line. He appears to be approximately 14 years old, although I’m sure he must be flirting with 30 at this point. An adorably geeky young man. He ordered an Everything Bagel with Butter, specifying, “a human-being amount of butter”. (Not surprisingly, I frequent a coffee bar that is generous with its buttering practices.) He was cheery! He made eye contact! He made chit-chat! He looks just like somebody I would have dated in high school, had I dated anybody in high school!