My, you’re a hive of wholesome knitting activity now that your youngsters are in school. Me, I’m still hunkered down on the East End of Long Island, where, contrary to what you may believe, it’s not all sunny days, celebrities, supermodels, and paparazzi.
In fact, at the moment, it’s none of those things. It’s been raining for 5 days straight.
It’s been so wet and cold that I made STEW for dinner the other night. Stew in August–that’s what it’s come down to. It’s been so very, very moist that I’ve been marching the kids around to heat them up, as a mildew-prevention measure.
The one bright spot in all of this, though, is a very bright spot indeed. A bright, mitered, green & orange spot with impeccable borders that nearly sucked the joy out of garter stitch for me.
For today I finished the green mitered blanket, which was started on a whim back in March.
I apologize for the poor lighting. I assure you that if the sun starts shining again, I will post a miter-stravaganza of pictorial goodness.
I will admit that there was suffering involved in this blanket. Not in knitting the 64 miters–that was pure stinkin’ bliss. But in the bordering of the blanket, there were moments of desperation. At one point I ran out of the silvery-sage color of Tahki Cotton Classic, and could not find it anywhere. This served as an excuse to stop all bordering efforts for at least 8 weeks. The good thing about a blanket, though, is that even when it’s not quite finished, it looks pretty hanging around the house.
See what I mean?
It gave me the strength to carry on.
This afternoon, in the gloom and the steady drip-drip-drip, I sewed in the very last end. I jumped up and sang Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus (For the Lord God Omnipotent Reigneth), followed immediately by Freddie Mercury’s We Are The Champions. I think you will agree that this was a moment deserving of both oratorio and a power ballad.
The pale, damp children were amused. For a minute.
We are the champions, my friends.