Still Knitting After All These Days

I'd show the progress, but it is a knit-for-hire, and like it or not, I just find sharing it a bit uninspiring to me. The last one had some drama! Now that is blog-worthy stuff. No crazy fix-its on this one, no knitting my fingers raw. I'm really just endeavoring to wrap this baby up and move on to passionate, lustful, romantic, fall in love with knitting. A few have asked if it is difficult giving up something that I have put so much time and work into. Well, let me tell ya something..........ummm.........NO! First off, nobody ever sends me blue yarn. What the heck is with that? Are they afraid I'd keep it? Pack my bags in the middle of the night and slither off into hiding so I could keep the blue stuff? Jeesh! There are alot of us who would love to see the sweater in blue! Second, I am always knitting the things in sizes medium or large. Maybe that is calculated too. "She musn't knit anything in her size, she can't be trusted!" Third, more often than not, the projects are really quite, how shall I say it, deadly boring. I have done more stockinette stitch cardigans with a garter stitch border and collar than I can even count. Usually I have the tedious task of actually "designing" this bore with the 'new' yarn for the season. So, I get boring, non-blue, too big sweaters to knit. Am I sad to see them go? Take a guess. Once I had to knit a garter stitch rug on size 13 needles in bright green heavy cotton. OH. MY. GOLLY! Talk about your aching joints! It was a regular weight lifting session just to work on it. The upside to that was the workout! I was so buff I was invited to compete in this competition. I declined, but I would have won. You should know that after all that, Sue at Vermont Fiber Designs sends me more interesting stuff to work on. Just not blue.

Thank You Not So Secret Pal!

Michelle sent me one last gift to wrap up the Knitting Secret Pal party. She has been the best pal a girl could have. I got some yummies-chocolate and caramel kisses, the girls and I had them demolished in record time, and herbal mint tea. We have been brewing that with some decaf black tea and mint from the garden, pouring it all over ice and gulping it down. Okay-yes I have a garden with herbs in it. That is a story for another day. The mint had taken over and was just recently tamed by my gardener mom. Anyway, there is some equally delicious Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock in my treasure. For some reason I first read the color to be Weather. It is Watercolor. My glasses must need some fine tuning. Or my brain. No comments on which, thank you very much! By far the best part of this package was the custom CD titled Knit Mix!-An eclectic mix of music to stitch by.........all puns intended. What a treasure! I have gotten the greatest kick out of these songs, some I had never heard before. Here is the list:

Tangled Up In Blue.....Bob Dylan
Wooly Bully.....Dr. Loco's Rockin' Jalapeno Band
I've Got the World On A String......Louis Armstrong
You Can't Pull the Wool Over My Eyes.....Benny Goodman and His Orchestra with Helen Ward
Undone (The Sweater Song)....Weezer
Cotton Wool.....Lamb
Rapture Of The Socks......Barb Ryman
Spinning Wheel......Blood, Sweat & Tears
The Sweater......Meryn Cadell
Tangled Up In Blue......Indigo Girls

If you do your family's laundry you must hear Rapture of the Socks. Ours cannot be the only household in America with a large laundry basket full of lonely single socks. I hear them singing, "Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch....." So the Matchmaker sets to work, searching the house over to find suitable mates for lonely footwear. Shes ransacks, rummages and pillages. It starts innocently enough, but by the end of the maniacal matching session, the Matchmaker has a slightly crazed gleam in her eye. Then the family is then gathered together for the final matching ceremony-sock couple to feet. Above the whispers of concern for her mental health, the Matchmaker passes each newly paired couple around the family circle so that they may fulfill their destiny. It is at the end of this ritual, when after all the preparations and work, there is a pile of unclaimed socks, her daughters are in fits of laughter over her lost grip on reality, and her husband is dialing the local mental health hospital, the Matchmaker finally comes totally unglued. Socks fly everywhere, children run for safety, husband prepares the straight jacket........Oh, you're still reading. The Matchmaker needs a little rest to compose herself. And possibly a pitcher of gin and tonic. Any frazzled laundry mistresses out there want to join her?

Comments

[Norma]

You're not foolin' anybody. The only reason you didn't enter the contest is "all athletes polygraphed and urine-tested." ;-D !!! So glad you're back among the writing! I missed you. What a clever and creative idea was that Knit Mix CD!!!! Great pal you have there.

[Cindy]

Your the only person I know that knits for hire and it is quite interesting to me. I would have a very hard time staying motivated! My sister who has 4 kids under 10 gave me a suggestion for the sock issue. Every member of the house gets a lingere bag for socks and they get washed and dried in the bag so no broken couples! I like it when you post also ; )

[Sharon]

You make doing laundry sound like fun. Especially the gin and tonic part. :)

[Margene]

Glad to see you around again. Now hope you get some real knitting done. I'd love to see the Victoria Tank and Charlotte...in BLUE!

[Vicki]

I'll belly up to the bar -- with my crate of socks. A little gin & tonic might make for some interesting match-ups. Oh, wait, that's my youngest (without the gin). I can't ever give 'em up, always holding out hope that the wayward sock will appear...