So. Here was the situation this past weekend: seven females, ranging in age from 5 to (ahem) 50. (A real RECENT 50, a very FRESH and SPRITELY 50.) We ventured, in a mutually supportive and empathetic way, with plenty of “please”s, “thank you”s, and “don’t do that, sweetheart”s, to a house in sunny, springlike UnHampton. UnHampton is a mythical place that is surrounded on all sides by Hamptons; it is in the Hamptons, yet verily it is not of the Hamptons.
We arrived Saturday before sundown, and took up our peaceful feminine occupations. Some of us drew pictures with sparkle pens. Many, many sparkle-pen pictures. Some of us jumped on the neighbor’s trampoline, sending a winter’s worth of pine cones flying. Others of us opened up a bottle of wine. And then another one. One of us knitted. It was only a matter of time before the whole thing degenerated into:
A very pink tea party.
I assure you this was a totally unscripted, impromptu event. I had been saving the silver-plated mini tea set, which was a baby gift for Carrie, for 10 long, pink-free years. Finally, the big payoff. I’m glad I lived to see it.
Here we have the chief instigator. Baby Rose, who is five and no longer called Baby Rose, wears so much of her signature color that she is virtually invisible in her natural habitat, the Pink Tea Party. Rose’s current ambition is to set the domestic and international record for Longest Duration of a Disney World Hair Wrap. I am sorry that I did not get a picture of this most tenacious adornment.
If you have ever wondered how much sugar could be dissolved in three cups of cool, milky tea, the answer is: a lot. A toy sugar bowl simply cannot get the job done.
Argosy Wrap Up
I wasn’t kidding about my almost physical need to cast on the Argosy Wrap. As a sign of my commitment to the Argosy Series, I broke out my treasured hoard of Noro Silk Garden in discontinued (O.The.Horror.) color 88. (Why take 88 away from us, why oh why?)
Here is my Argosy Wrap, two skeins in. The Argosy Wrap has a long stretch of plain stockinette in each row. This is what I love about it, but in the knitting of it, it has caused me some confusion. Because of the bias, I think, I can’t seem to memorize the stop-and-start points of the edging pattern, even in the ‘straightaway’ section. It’s character-building. I’m loving it.
Photography’s poor powers cannot capture the wonder that is Discontinued Color 88. Why must we endure this cruel parting?
Gather ye Discontinued Color 88 while ye may.