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.
One hundred forty-three to go. Do I get a medal?