A friend of mine, back in high school, fell head over heels for this girl and being the flamboyant sort that he was (I would have sworn he was gay), would always exclaim, "Isn't she cuuute!?" to anyone around. Finally, she dated him for a while and got a shirt with that statement printed on the front of it. That's all, just thought I'd share. Now, aren't these cuuute?
Pattern: Better-Than-Booties Ruffle Rib Sock by Ann Budd, IK Summer 2005 or available for free (see above links)
Yarns: Tess Designer Yarns Sock and Baby and Lorna's Laces Sheperd Sock
Needles: Size 0
Cast On: August 22, 2008
Bound Off: August 24, 2008
I love this pattern! The little socks are adorable and easy to knit, especially for a lover of the short row heel and toe, like me. I used up every last scrap of the Tess yarn left over after knitting the Baby Kimono of the previous post. I actually ran out mid-sock:
I have a little more of the Lorna's Laces yarn left and it is everything I can do to keep myself from casting on for another little pair. They only take a few hours to make up. Talk about your instant gratification!
One hundred twenty-five to go. Off enjoying the last days of summer!
Pattern:Baby Kimono by Kristin Spurkland, IK Summer 2005
Yarn: Tess Designer Yarns Super Socks and Baby, Lorna's Laces Sheperd Sock for trim
Cast On: July 29, 2008
Bound Off: Or crochet completed, August 22, 2008
Finally finished and on its way! Not without its share of issues, naturally. The crochet worked out great, but the blocking! UGH! I soaked the sweater after finishing the crochet and the thing grew like you read about (like you are reading about). The knitting grew, but the crochet did not. I think there are two things that may have caused this. The first, and probably most unlikely, is that the yarns are different. The thing is, they are both sock yarns with the same content and really the same feel. I don't think I could tell the difference, one from the other, in a touch or knitting test. I'm thinking that the actual reason is that the knitting was at a rather loose gauge for this yarn. I like this yarn knitted on a zero or a one, but the sweater is on threes. The crochet section, on the other hand, was worked rather firmly, much more to my liking. I did a little test of this hypothesis when I knitted the little booties from the extra yarn. They were knit in both yarns on size zeros and I soaked one, but not the other to see if either yarn bloomed more in comparison to the unsoaked booty. Didn't. Hardly any blooming at all at the tighter gauge.
So, the blocking was a bit of stretching to the crochet edges and some squoonching up of the sweater. I think it sort of shows, and while the sweater is cute, I think it was cuter pre-wash. Then I finished it up with a little inside button closure:
One hundred twenty-six to go. Oh, wondering about the cat damage? I was able to adjust the tension of some of the pulls. The others, the ones that actually pulled apart the fibers, I pulled through to the wrong side, wove them up a little and dabbed some FrayCheck on them. Fingers crossed, cat sent home.
TenThings You Didn't Like About School. This is hard because mostly, I liked school. And which school? High School? Elementary School? College? Hmmm....
Homework. Well, sometimes I liked homework.
Navigating the social scene.
Gym class. I did really hate that.
Reading things that bored me, and it is difficult to bore me that much, but it happened.
I had one professor who would show up when he felt like it. We would wait the fifteen minutes, or whatever it was, that we were required to wait before we could leave, but he would always show up just as we had given up on him. The thing is, I didn't get what I paid for out of this teacher. I expected the class hours I paid for and was cheated out of about thirty minutes each week. We were expected to learn everything for the final though. I'm quite sure he was high each morning as well. At eight o'clock. Jeez.
Lecture hall classes.
That it wasn't summer vacation.
That time that I was really late for the final exam because I couldn't find the class (the halls were all wrong and kept changing and moving) because I hadn't been to it all semester and I was in a panic because the teacher knew I hadn't been there and now I was sure to fail, and then I realized that I was improperly attired, as in, not attired........... Wait. Did that really happen?
One hundred twenty-seven to go. Then there was the time that I had to give a presentation, but I wasn't prepared, knew nothing about the subject, and I was trying to fake it in my skivvies.........
Haven't we just been the most wonderful weather these days! It is about time. The weekend was just beautiful, I spent a lot of time outside, Friday at the beach, but we had parties to go to both Saturday and Sunday, which sort of cramps the whole "do what you want" thing for the weekends. Sucks to have friends, right? We are hoping to spend a few days at the end of this week on the Cape, and the weather is supposed to be great! (Quick, knock on something!)
Pattern: Baby Sweater On Two Needles, Elizabeth Zimmerman's Knitter's Almanac
Yarn: Koigu KPM
Needles: size 3
Cast On: August 12, 2008
Bound Off: August 21, 2008
Buttons Sewn on: August 25, 2008
Isn't it cute? I love this little sweater, but I can't help being reminded of a similar dress that I knitted for Gillian when she was a baby. There was garter stitch and lace, but the buttons went in the back and a ribbon ran through an eyelet row dividing the garter section from the lace section. When I look at that photo I think it is backwards.
I knit this almost exactly as written after several false starts. See, I just wasn't thinking and didn't read ahead a little at all. So I cast on and started knitting away, doing my first row of increases and speeding along to my second when I realized eight rows meant eight rows, not eight garter ridges. Then I restarted, got nearly to the end of the garter section and read the part about the buttonholes. After getting that worked out I decided that I was spacing the buttonholes poorly, so I ripped back again. Then I raced along to the finish line. Oh, except where I decided that I knew more than EZ and knit the body first (she has you knit the sleeves, back and forth, then pick up sts under the arms and knit the body), thinking I would knit the sleeves in the round, eliminating any seaming. Well, that would have worked just fine if my knitting lace in the round looked something like what it did back and forth. So I pulled the first sleeve out and fidgeted it around to be knit back and forth, which was tight going at the top, but worked itself out after an inch or so. Like I would know better than Elizabeth Zimmerman. Puhlease.
One hundred twenty-eight to go. The kitten is STILL HERE! I think she is going tonight, but I have trimmed her claws, so she isn't able to do as much damage. Speaking of which, I have done some repairing and the sweater looks as good as it might. You'll see sometime this week.
I didn't know this video was even made, let alone existed on YouTube! Thanks to Margene, who passed the link to me, you all can be exposed to some textile culture. Last year we participated in a demonstration of waulking, a traditional Gaelic method of finishing woven fabrics. Please read about it here, here, and here. We were so fortunate to be around when Anne Carroll Gilmore used us to help exposed us to this art. She told stories and taught us songs to sing while we worked. Anne has a true love for the art which shone through her eyes as she shared. It was a highlight to a wonderful day.
One hundred thirty to go. Look, Ma! I'm on YouTube!
Once upon this summer I came across a great cup to carry my home brewed iced tea around with me wherever I went. A reusable version of the Starbucks "to go" cup for cold drinks, it was insulated and I used it every day. Every.Single.Day.
Until the day that I set the cup, filled with iced Dragon Pearl Jasmine brewed with Mint Verbena, on the top of my car only to hear it crash to the ground as I took a turn. I was furious and sad when I picked up the shattered remains of my favorite cup and vowed to procure another.
For days I stopped at every Starbucks I came across (quite a few, since those days were spent in NYC where you stumble upon a Starbucks every ten paces or so), only to realize that those cups were no longer being sold in the stores. My mourning was lifted to hope when I remembered eBay. Of course! You can get anything on eBay!
My eBay search revealed that the cups, originally sold for something like $12.99 or so, were going for prices in the mid-thirty dollar range. Man. That is crazy. But I really wanted to replace that cup. After two weeks of trying to justify this expense in my head, I decided that I did indeed get the use out of it to warrant the price so I headed over to eBay to overpay for snatch one up.
The Grandkitten, aka Jasmine, was supervising. She is an exquisite specimen for a cat, every move she makes (and really, all she does is move) is perfectly kitten growing into a cat. Curious to a fault, nobody can move without her trotting behind to be sure she isn't needed or missing something. Ever alert, she greets all who enter, allows them to touch her once in greeting and then races off to create some trouble somewhere. Often she can be seen carrying her favorite toy, a long pink feather boa on the end of a stick, around like a puppy looking for someone to play with her. She is constantly on the prowl for bugs to chase or things to leap onto. Princess, the big and fat old lady cat, has not exactly taken to her, but they can be seen chasing each other around in a little game of 'catch me if you can.' Jasmine only wants a friend, Princess only wants Jasmine to go away forever. While we have gotten used to the grandkitten, she has lately started to exhibit some traits that Princess has never had. Eating yarn is one. Dragging fiber around the house is another. She is interested where Princess has never been. I am coming around to Princess' way of thinking. She has got to go.
Surprise! There is more!
And today I crocheted. My original plan was to figure out how to do one of those pretty and feminine shell edgings, but on reflection I didn't think the edging suited the sweater. So I went on a search to figure out how to do a double crochet edgeing, a little substance without the frill. Anyway, my searching somehow led me to this video teaching a Backward Single Crochet, and I went with it. Now I have to figure out a closure. I may do a little loop and button on the inside (great idea Laurie!) so that the lines of the opening aren't compromised. While the ribbon bow on the original is cute, it is not very practical.
What do you think? Only tell me good stuff, cuz it is staying.
I was thinking I could get the feet out of the main yarn for the cardigan, but I'm not so sure. Possibly just heels and toes. Any advice? I might just go for it, it is only a little foot after all......
Always on the job.
One hundred thirty-one to go. I probably should have saved some of this for next week when I have nothing, but it would only be old news then.
One hundred thirty-two to go. The one thing they got so wrong: I am not a cheapskate, and I would never, EVER mooch a drink off friends or strangers. I'm not usually drinking and hate paying for others drinks when we "split" the bill.
The plan was to join in on the WIP Wednesday thing that some knitters participate in. This is a knitting blog some of the time, after all. There is a rumor on my Raverly project page that I am working on a Sweater On Two Needles, the February project from Knitter's Almanac, but there is no photographic proof to factualize that rumor. Well, you'll just have to keep wondering for another day.
Contemplating all of that on my way out for the daily tomato harvest, I realized that I haven't really updated on the State of the Garden, such as it is. Well, such as it is isn't all that great. We have a bunch of pepper plants with many blossoms, but only a few small and kind of icky peppers. Two summer squash, they were big. We do have some eggplant. I wasn't with Pete when he got the plants, so I'm thinking that the eggplant are a small variety. I have a lot more blossoms, but I don't expect them to go anywhere.
The story in the garden belongs to the tomatoes.
The vines are full.
They are heavy laden.
Lots of sun predicted for lots of ripening.
The cherry tomatoes are ripening at the perfect rate to keep us in fresh tomatoes every night. The big tomatoes are much slower in the ripening, we have only had two. If the vines look a mess to you, well it is true. Recent storms have knocked them over, sent many wonderful tomatoes to the ground and, in short, have made a total mess of the vines. They keep producing though, so we have given up a little, the effort to keep them really neat and tied up. So, there it is, such as it is.
One hundred thirty-three to go. Rumors of knitting may, or may not, be greatly exaggerated. Who knows for sure?
Ten Favorite Olympic Athletes of All Time. I have little recall, although every Olympic Games has its own stars and heros. Here are some I remember from my life and maybe some I have only heard of:
Dorothy Hamill. I had the hairdo and dreamed of being a figure skater. I couldn't, of course, because my mom told me I had week ankles. The things we believe about ourselves just because our moms told them to us.
Apolo Anton Ohno.
Remember the 1980 USA Hockey Team?
Or the Jamaican Bobsled team?
Pairs skaters Gordeeva and Grinkoff tie with ice dancers Torvill and Dean.
Oh, alright, I'm on the 2008 bandwagon and have loved watching all the US swimmers, Michael Phelps, Dara Torres, Natalie Coughlin, I think the gymnasts are cute, especially the perpetually perky Shawn Johnson, the beach volley ball teams.........I could go on.
The one swimmer/athlete I would love to mention, I have no knowledge of her name or country. All I know is that at the end of her qualifying race last week she placed in the bottom, maybe dead last, and was behaving as if she had won a gold medal because she had bested her personal record by something like two seconds. That girl deserves a medal!
One hundred thirty-four to go. Thank goodness the Olympics end soon, I need some sleep!
It's just the frogs keep mistaking the pool for a pond.
The chemicals kill them, the ones that we don't rescue right away. And the rescuing is a challenge, let me tell you. The frogs, they don't want rescuing. They want to swim. It is like trying to coax a petulant pre-schooler out of the pool, they just keep swimming and slipping away. Then, after we have deposited them safely over the fence, nearer a real pond or little stream, they hop right back to the pool of chemical death. As insistant as they are on suicide, we will remain diligent in our attempts to save the little insect eaters of the garden.
One hundred thirty-six to go. The number of chores around here, man! Good thing I have a pool boy!
Wow, this is late. The thing is, usually something comes to me for YouTube Saturday, sometimes out of nowhere, sometimes just something I am doing at the time, or have seen or heard, you know. Just life things. Today I was stumped. This morning I was hanging out with Meg who has been working promotions at concerts in nearby venues this summer and today's job was an Allman Brothers concert. She was not thrilled with that band, and surely the crowd was not the typical concert crowd. For this promotion all she had to do was have people get their photo taken, for free, and they can find it online the next day on say, on the cover of the Rolling Stone or something like that. Usually people are lining up to have their photos shot, but the hippies at this concert were a little suspicious and paranoid about having their pictures taken. Something about pictures stealing the soul or spirit. One quote: "Stories, passed on, live forever. Pictures are frozen in time." This guy was on the young stoner side, but when Meg asked if he wanted his picture taken with her........ Yeah, that was cool.
One hundred thirty-seven to go. It has been a long time since we have had a full day of Blue Sky. The daily afternoon storm brings me back to my childhood in Kentucky where that was definitely the rule.
The knitting is finished and I didn't run out of yarn, I have a few yards left. I could be finished right now, add a ribbon and call it a day. That just wouldn't be me, though. First off, I'm not thrilled with the edges, the slipped sts suffered for my perfectionist attention and in some spots are a bit wonky. Then there is the inevitable knitting when I should have slipped. By the time I found that I decided that a crochet edge might be really cute. The coordinate yarn has been ordered and has arrived (phew! it matches wonderfully!). Now I just need to teach myself how to crochet.
One hundred thirty-nine to go. Crochet can't be that hard, can it? I did it as a kid and it only takes one hook when knitting takes two! Must be a piece of cake.
To shake up the quiz thing, I thought it would be fun to see what the results would be with my answers and then Pete's impressions of me in answers. Here goes:
You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.
Weird! We didn't have all of the same answers, but I guess the way they played out we got the same result. This perplexes me. I have always known that I am not a girly-girl in most ways, but I sort of figured I'd be 60% girl. Hmmm......
One hundred forty to go. I just checked, I'm really 100% girl.
So, I haven't much I feel like saying tonight, I'd rather be knitting the Baby Kimono. Especially since I'm really nervous about finishing before I run out of yarn. It's a race. One I'd better win, I'll tell ya.
What is with synchronized diving?
New York was fun. I took three pictures all weekend. I'm less pissed that I didn't take photos than I am that I lugged the flipping camera around. New York also was a pain in the neck. I have to remember that a weekend in August is NOT the time to visit the city. I felt like Sybil. "The people! The people!" We left midtown early on Saturday just because it was totally nuts, you could barely move on the sidewalks. Luckily, my highlights are usually the garment/fashion district (I only hit one shop, but left with fabric that I LOVE!) and anywhere outside midtown. We had lunch in Soho (yes, two skeins of Koigu) and the girls shopped while Pete and I walked and had lattes. I got a run in Saturday morning and saw the waterfalls in the evening. By about nine o'clock I was so finished with people that even sitting in a hotel room watching the Olympics and petting my Koigu was better than just about anything else.
Sunday started out warm and sunny and we did a lot of walking around before we met Vicki and Cara and daughters for lunch. If I thought Saturday was bad with the people, try getting around during the Dominican festival. Streets were closed for a parade, you could only cross on certain blocks, and after lunch it started to rain. We attempted to cross on a block near our hotel, 51st I think, no luck. We go to 52nd and the cop tells us we have to go to either 51st or 47th or something, and I'm all like, "Nuh-Uh, we just tried to cross at 51st and the cop there said 52nd!" Oh, and it is important to know that we aren't allowed to walk ON the street we were trying to cross (6th Ave, by the way), oh no. We had to walk back up to 5th (also closed for street vendors) and walk the block, down the street, then back to 6th only to find out we still could not cross. Every policeman asked told a different story. "We were told that crossing would happen on *insert random avenue here* and *insert random avenue here." Meanwhile, we are getting wetter and wetter and just a little crankier.
Lunch was fun and Cara's Meli is the happiest baby. Well, unless Vicki or I try to hold her and then she doesn't even have a warm up to a melt-down, it is immediate complaining by shrieking. She is adorable though. And it was just so great to see friends.
It was also fun to see Gillian in her new life. We saw her cubicle office and met a few co-workers and she hung out with us all weekend. She knows how to get around the city and seems right at home there. On Sunday we saw the apartment she is moving into next week, her permanent home in Union City, NJ. What they get for about five hundred square feet! It is cute and clean and her commute is about ten minutes, she is a happy girl at that one.
Are you still reading? I have a question about the Baby Surprise Jacket by Elizabeth Zimmerman. I'd love to make one, but I want it to fit a one year old. I've seen them made in baby wool, fingering yarns, dk weights up to worsteds, but I've never actually seen one on a human child, so I don't have any idea how they fit. Have you made one? What do you think? If is isn't going to work out, is there a good little sweater you've made for a toddler boy? I'm tired of looking.
I think the sychronized diving must be divers that were good divers, but not so good that they would be able to compete on their own, so they decide to make a team. And I think that Men's Beach Volleyball is way more exciting than the women's. It would be better if they were bare chested, but you know, the demographic for sports' viewing is not me, apparently. Probably because I hardly ever look up from my knitting, especially not during the advertisements.
I am writing this post on Friday, early a.m. Pre-posting for the weekend. By the time you read this, I'll have finally seen this:
I started watching this next video, but didn't finish, because I want to see it first in the theatre:
I am already a lot weepy in anticipation. This show, the soundtrack, even the animatronic show in DisneyWorld leaves me with wet cheeks. This is a huge splurge for us (we rarely pay full price for show tickets) and we all have that Night Before Christmas anticipation going. This deserves a squeeee! Can't wait!
EDITED TO ADD: Just got back! I stayed awake, it was wonderful, as was the day. My words would surely only echo what many have said about this show, but I was not let down. The opening scene was worth it all.
One hundred forty-five to go. Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase!
For anybody out there that has been on vacation, took a long nap, is just checking in on internet and knitting for the first time in a little while, you should check out Twist Collective. And for those of you that think I really didn't have a single finished object during the spring, or at least between March 12th and this shawl and this one that I knit in July, well, you would be almost right. ALMOST, I say! I did knit one sample sweater for the Twist Collective debut, a design by Connie Chang Chinchio named Victoria.
Just a little detail, excuse the crappy photo.
Pattern: Victoria in Twist Collective, but Connie Chang Chinchio
Yarn: Shibui Knits Merino Kid (Awesome Yarn, beautiful drape, but doesn't tolerate too many froggings, if ya know what I mean)
Needles: sizes 5 and 6
Cast On: March 2008
Bound Off: April 2008
Of course there are much better pictures on a model and everything here.
One hundred forty-seven to go. That's enough days to make another sweater, right?
Ten Events That Should Be In The Olympics. The Summer Olympics begin at the end of this week! And I'll be away for the weekend and miss the first few days. I'm a little bummed about that, but I have fun planned, so I'll likely get over it. What would be fun to see as an Olympic event? Let's think.....
Synchronized Spinning and Plying. Picture it: Music, wheels turning in unison, dance movements performed by the athletes while creating yarn. Team members are scored on creativity and the quality of the finished yarn.
Belly-flopping. Well, they have diving, in pairs even!
Ultimate Frisbee. You know, *stand around, chat, make a plan, throw the frisbee around for a second or four or five, repeat from (*). This is a really laid-back sort of sport.
Rhythmic scuba diving.
Blogger photo shooting. Something like, at ten paces turn, draw and shoot. Have you seen the cameras flying when bloggers are around?
Something reality based, ala The Amazing Race. Clues, challenges, interpersonal relationships, all based around the host city and customs. Educational and fun to watch.
This one was hard for me. Not that bright, nor clever, but a list non-the-less.
One hundred forty-nine to go. I get really tickled each time a decade of numbers is ticked off in the count-down. Into the one-forties we are. Remember when the year started and it was 365? Wow.
I spent last night following back links when I found this little gem on Karen's blog. I'll let you follow the linkfest yourself, but it is interesting that the husbands' answers are quite similar which can only mean one thing. They all wanted to get through it without falling through the thin ice they felt they were on. Heh. Here goes:
Me: What is your favorite thing about my knitting? Him: It makes you happy. Me: What is your least favorite thing about my knitting? Him: That you don't talk to me as much when you are knitting. Me: That's not true! Anyway, what is something I have knitted that you recall as being good? Him: My socks. Me: Do you think knitters have and expensive hobby? Him: Yes. Me: Do you have any hobbies? Him: (Laughs) (He sees where this is going) Yes. Me: What are your hobbies? Him: Scuba Diving, biking, hiking, motorcycling, boating, tennis....... Me: Let's not forget Winter Hiking, so, if we compared money spent on hobbies, who would win? Him: Me. Me: Has my knitting in public ever embarrassed you? Him: I'm sure once or twice. Me: You can't remember any times in particular? Him: Maybe it was a hockey game or something.... Me: Do you know my favorite kind of yarn? Him: Ummm...... Sock yarn? Me: Good guess, but lace is really my favorite, for the moment. Can you name another blog? Him: Ummmm, How the West Was Spun? Me: Good one! You really know everybody by their real names, anyway. So, do you mind that I want to check out yarn stores everywhere we go? Him: No. Me: Do you understand the importance of a swatch? Him: Oh yes, it is to get the gauge right. Me: Excellent! But being my husband, you'd better know that one. Do you read Knitting the Blues? Him: Yes. Me: Have you ever left a comment? Him: Ummm, I think so. Me: Do you think the house would be cleaner if I didn't knit? Him: Nah, you'd find something else to do. Me: Thanks so much for playing along, is there anything you would like to add in closing? Him: Nothing, except that I think the knitting, spinning, blogging thing is great. I really do. And I want more socks. Me: Awww!
You know how it goes. Your friends and family go off on their world adventures and want so much to share their excitement with you that they bring home all sorts of knick-knacks and chotskies which you feign gratitude and pleasure for, only on the inside you are wondering what in the world you are going to do with all this crap stuff. More things to find a spot for, dust, organize and deal with. If that person doesn't live with you, then you are all set. You just wait for a visit and pull it out to display. But, if the person does live with you, do what I do. Be very clear and say, "DON'T BUY ME ANYTHING!" And not in the way that says, "Oh, don't get me anything," but really means, "You had better be thinking of me, me, me when you are gone!" Be strong and really mean it. When Erin left for her European adventure I told her not to get me anything. I was pretty susinct and I truly didn't want her to spend her time shopping and stressing over getting me just the right thing. She listened very well, and brought me something from each of five countries.
From England I got tea, from France that great little blue painting, from Switzerland there was chocolate, Austria a dainty little pair of crystal earrings and from Germany a blue mug. Well, I guess if somebody is going to ignore you completely, it helps if she is your "mini-me" and knows exactly what won't end up as clutter and are all just the right thing. But then again, she did TOTALLY IGNORE MY WORDS!!!! I am particularly charmed by that blue oil on canvas. I really love it. Thanks Erin!
One hundred fifty-one to go. I still would have been happy with nothing at all.
I've been in a KT Tunstall mood today. Because musicians are generally inspired into the art by other musicians, it is only naturaly that they want to cover the music of others. I mean, haven't you, once or twice, stood in front of a mirror and lip-synced to your favorite artist, wanting to perform your favorite song? Admit it, don't be shy. Some artists are pretty good with the cover game, and KT Tunstall is one of them.
Those are only two of Kunstall's that I love, she is good with the cover game.
If I was a musician I might get a restraining order against some people covering my music.
One hundred fifty-two to go. The girls and I were in hysterics over those last two. I KNOW IT! There are some die hard Shania and Celine fans out there. They should just stick to what they do well. Whatever that is.
This thing called summer! I love it. The sun on my back, meals outside, the beach, no shoes..... We are lucky to live close to a major city and the many cultural events offered there. Outside! You may have read on a blog or four that I sat under the stars with friends and experienced the dialogue of As You Like It. It was great. So much fun that I am hoping to go back and sit a little closer.
Wednesday night Pete and I went to the Charles River Esplanade (sight of our best in the U.S. 4th of July celebration) to attend the free Wednesday night concerts performed by the Boston Landmark Orchestra in the famous Hatch Shell. As I watched the musicians assemble I realized they were pretty young, and they were coming out to give hugs to family members, have photographs taken, and something looked really familiar about them. It turns out the performing group Wednesday night was the Young Artists' Orchestra from the Boston University program at Tanglewood. Those white dresses were the giveaway and took me back to the summer that Meagan was accepted into the program and lived totally entrenched in music for six weeks in one of the most wonderfully musical places in the world. The concert of Wagner and Stravinsky's Rite of Spring was wonderfully performed, we had a great time, took a cooler filled with yummy food and drinks and then knit through the whole thing. Meg even met us in for a little while after her class, made the night even better.
This knitting is way more colorful and much brighter in real life. It is on its way to becoming a Baby Kimono. Garter stitch! Not usually my style, but perfect for summer knitting at outdoor plays and concerts. And really, garter stitch just looks so good.
So, we covered the things I love about the arts outdoors, the food, the night air, the wonderful entertainment, the people........ Wait. I didn't just say people, did I? Because quite frankly, the other night reinforced just what I hate about people. Honestly, how rude is it to climb over people that are quite settled with their chairs and blankets and food set up, just to get that 2x2 foot spot SITTING PARTIALLY ON MY BLANKET!!!!???? And then another group sets up just next to them (and these people were old, I really can't imagine how they made it in so far) with regular, high lawn chairs, BLOCKING THE VIEW OF THE PEOPLE RIGHT BEHIND THEM!!!! People that were already SET.UP! If you want a close up seat, arrive early like I did. And what about the people who bring pillows and lie down, cuddling, pillow talking and MAKING OUT THROUGH THE WHOLE THING!? And they were sitting right in front of an elderly couple who must have been embarrassed. And that couple? (The making-outers) They were like, in their thirties, pregnant and whatever. Not kids. It seems to me they could have stayed home, put the music on the stereo for all the attention they paid to the orchestra. Sheesh. And then, one of my biggest pet peeves. People! For effingsake! Clean.Up.After.YOUR.DOGS!!!!!! Nothing like having to dodge land mines just to find a place to sit your ass down. Yep, maybe I should just stay home. Better for my blood pressure.
One hundred fifty-three to go. Yep, I love people. Love.Them. When they keep to a distance of fifty feet and behave themselves.