You know how I am about the blocking. I love the blocking. I may start taking in the blocking as piecework.
I was at Sheila’s Yarn Shack the other day to pick up an item she had ordered for me way back before her shoppe even opened. I’m telling you, it was like Christmas.
Like a mason working without a trowel (OK like Michelangelo without his scaffold) I have been blocking stuff on my giant cardboard box covered in gingham. I felt so environmentally responsible. The only problem was, after endless pleasant days of pinning stuff down, my box began to return to nature, to sag in a biodegrading way that meant nothing I pinned to my box would stay flat.
Ah, whatever. This new fancy blocking board has everything except an Internet connection. As my sainted mother used to say, with the right tools you can do anything. (Most of the unnecessary yet awesomely cool things in my life are the result of this aphorism. Thanks, Mom!)
So I’m pleased that my inaugural project is something that so desperately needs a good long turn under the pins: the prodigal Asta, that wandering project that I lost for a month or so. I’m going to leave this pinned for a few days for some extreme blocking. I’m concerned that it is somehow small, even though the measurements look right. Or maybe I’m concerned that I am somehow big.
Is it just me, or does summer seem somehow long gone? David started third grade almost two weeks ago. Back in the bus driver’s seat, back in the routine of the Really Friendly Phone Call. “Hi! This is David’sMomAnn! Would you mind coming to help move the third grade building about ten feet to the left? Great! It’s going to be fun!”
PS Here’s another favorite way to justify just about anything, from Rowanette Jill: “I never regret my luxuries, only my economies.”