First things first, becuz the question was raised, and a yarn query trumps anything else as far as I’m concerned. The yarn shown in my last post is Koigu Painter’s Palette Merino, shade P704. It’s knitted on size 1 (2.25 mm) needles. It’s a supercloseup photo. Above is the same yarn photographed farther away. See how different it looks all knitted up? Murky. Not as pretty as in the skein. Ah, whatever.
One other sock observation: my gauge is getting tighter, now that I’m on sock no. 6. The ribs, they are stretched mightily on this sock. At this rate I’ll soon be knitting on toothpicks. Ever-diminishing socks. Tinier and tinier. Finger puppets.
Second. The digicam situation. So glad to have narrowed down the camera options. Thanks, you guys, for listing every single digital camera that is, was, or has ever been on the market. I made a list of the models everyone suggested, and Canon does seem to be a favorite. Special thanks to everyone who used the word “aperture” as if I would know how to adjust such a thing, or even why it would need adjusting. I’m beginning to look at my current Anncam with profound nostalgia and suspicion that 3.2 megapixels might be a really good number of megapixels. Still looking for that model that will automatically grill a chicken for me.
Library + Knitting + Hank Williams Jr. = Fab
Kay, we missed you yesterday. You woulda loved it. I spent lunchtime at the magnificent downtown branch of the Nashville Public Library, hanging out with knitters who ditched work to get a few rows done.
I’ll tell you because it is unlikely that you would know this, but this week is Fan Fair in Nashville, a huge weeklong country music blowout that means it is totally normal to see herds of people wandering down the street all wearing Dierks Bentley T-shirts. No, I don’t know who Dierks Bentley is, but I do know he is P.O.P.U.L.A.R. with the ladies. Getting to the library yesterday meant sipping from the beer mug that is Fan Fair. I LOVE NASHVILLE. I love the band from Japan that can perfectly sing Hank Williams songs despite the fact that they can’t speak English. I love the people who received silver belt buckles from Charlie Daniels because they’ve attended 100 Charlie Daniels concerts. I love the guy proposing to his girlfriend at a Sara Evans concert. It’s just great.
Meanwhile, inside the library, the dishcloths and kimonos and moderne blankets were flying off the needles–I am appalled to confess that I forgot to bring my camera with me, so you’ll just have to trust me that it was a SPECTACLE of handknits. There were librarians, computer security experts, people who worked for the state government–smart, great women.
Knitting during lunch hour. It got me thinking about my days when I spent my waking hours at an office. I worked at various editing jobs for 13 years after college, in companies that were enormous and small, and I have a lot of nostalgia for the texture of office life: the people around you who liked their jobs more than you did; the woman whose voice gave you a migraine; the eternal question of why nobody was paid what they were worth. I loved office culture: sheet cakes from Kroger for people’s birthdays, internecine politics, an impossible amount of work to do in a ridiculous amount of time. It’s a very rich place, the office, and a lot of life takes place during the workday.
Long ago, I tried to make a list of novels that were about office life, but I never got very far. When I first saw an episode of the TV show “The Office,” I was so delighted. It’s over the top, that show, but right there, under the broad satire, that show captures the nuances of people who are thrown together for eight hours a day.
Starting in July, it looks like we’re starting a knitting circle at the library every second Monday of the month at noon. I know it sounds lame, coming from somebody who’s been out of the office since 1998, and coming from somebody who’s knitting too much in general, but I’m really looking forward to ditching work and getting a few rows done.
Hey–I’ll see you tonight in Indianapolis at the big yarn trade show. Is it work or is it fun? I guess the answer is YES.