That’s what yesterday was. Even though I had to go to work Even though I had an hour-long conference call that I was secretly wishing I could knit through, but needed to keep my hands free to take notes.
And even though on the train home I found myself in the middle of what looked like a gang war. I made myself as small as possible and sat quietly and knitted, and was glad I had my Addi Turbos rather than bamboo needles. I figured the Addis would make better weapons if I needed to defend myself.
But no one killed me and I made it home safely. And driving home from the train I even had a moron run a red light but survived that, due to good reflexes.
Do you ever fear for your life on public transportation? That may seem a little dramatic, but I have had a few instances (fortunately very few!) where I was definitely uncomfortable if not downright scared on the train.
Hey Mom, if you’re reading this (which I doubt because you are in Spearfish, South Dakota this week and I very much doubt you have internet access while you’re away and I hope you don’t read back entries when you return home) — it’s okay! Stuff like that almost never happens.
My reward was waiting when I got home.
I’ll say it now: I love Dena!
For Dena sent me this:
Wait, let me spread it out for you:
(Do you like how I use my stove for display purposes? Cooking? Huh? Whazzat?)
Dena read my blog entry last week about wanting to learn to spin, and she very kindly offered to send me some fibery samples. I got the box and opened it and . . . Wowie, wow, wow!
The photo does not do this justice. There is some beautiful, beautiful fiber in here. As well as some Kool-aid, to tempt me to dye my own! And a beautiful distaff!
Dena also sent me an email documenting in detail the contents of the box, and giving sources for where I can get more of this gorgeous stuff.
Huge thank-you, Dena!
And guess what else I got yesterday?
Meet Betty. Betty is my new Bosworth Midi spindle. I think I love her.
Kindly note that Betty is reclining seductively on a 1 kg. block of Valrhona baking chocolate. Some of you know what that means — Valrhona brownies!!
Kristine? Amelia? Are you reading this? Heh heh heh.
Anyhow, I got me lotsa sample fiber, I got me a lovely new spindle. Now I just gotta figure out this spinning thang. I fiddled around with it some last night (with Lucy watching intently) but I think I’m gonna wait to really try it out. For I will be spending the first weekend in November in the company of a spinner extraordinaire (cough :: L-B :: cough) and I’d rather have some in-person instruction. I am a visual kinda gal.
I started knitting the right side front of Eloise. I started it on the train yesterday morning and was blithely knitting along when I remembered, just in the nick of time, that I needed to make buttonholes in this side. To quote a great contemporary American philosopher: “Doh!”
So I’m all buttonholed up. Here is a nice artistic shot of Eloise that shows you nothing important:
I did finish the right side front last night, so I promise you better photos tomorrow. There’ll even be the start of some sleevage, honest.
(Y’all come here for the sleevage, right?)
A Noro first-timer, Carol is knitting Eloise as well, in the same colorway, #6. She asks if she should attempt to match the stripes. I say no. Blossom seems even more random in its striping sequence that the other Noro yarns I’ve used. Attempting to match would drive me insane.
Jacinta asked if I heard back from Rowan about the discrepancy I allege is in the Fern pattern. I did, and they claim there is nothing wrong with it. However, I knit it according to my adjustments and it came out perfect. So . . . go figure.
And Eilene asked if Butterfly is heavy. Yeah, pretty heavy, I’d say. I think it’ll make a great outdoors sweater for cool mornings now, and may morph itself into an indoor sweater in the dead of winter.
Cuz they say it’s gonna be a cold one this year.
“Meow. Bring it on!”