My mother is a serious lover of chocolate. Each fall, when the Halloween candy first hits the shelves, she starts to make her purchases. Probably three bags of different candy. Like a “taste test” to make sure the candy is just like she remembers…Then two or three more bags…then another…and FINALLY she’s ready to make her Halloween selection. And she goes and buys the REAL Halloween candy. Lots of it. Y’all my mother hasn’t had a trick or treater in 30 years. But she’s ready.
This morning as I headed out the door with a loaf of bread for a friend, I remembered that I baked bread a lot when we first moved here as a way of introducing myself to the community. I baked for teachers at school, people I met at church…pretty soon people in Florence were remembering me as the “bread lady.”
There was one woman at church who had been really gracious and I baked her bread as a “thank you.” She called. “Dah-ling (emphasis on the DAH)…thank you for the bread. I’d like it delivered every Wednesday. I’ll leave two dollars on the kitchen counter.” Wait. What? It doesn’t work that way. Which is exactly what I told her. It doesn’t work that way.
Her birthday is coming up. Might bake for her birthday…
Last weekend I went up th Holy Mountain for a training – EfM mentor recertification, to be exact. Before one ventures out for days at a time, one MUST consider what knitting projects are worthy of the trip. What can I knit that will be portable, occupy my hands, and at the same time, allow me to participate without constantly dropping in my bag to refer to a pattern? …So, we dig through stash before every venture.
I should have seen it coming. Because a couple of weeks ago, when I was winding yarn for Christmas stockings, there were two or three breaks in the Christmas green yarn, but I chose to ignore them. Denial. Not a river in Egypt.
I went into the front bedroom aka my very own personal knit shop, because, yeah, there’s a LOT of yarn in my house…started to dig through the stash, opened a bin or two, pulled open a drawer…and there they were. Two or three tiny (about the size of a pencil eraser) MOTHS! OMG. A plague! Moths eat wool, people. That’s not good! Before I panicked, I remembered I had bought some moth bombs couple of summers ago when I had moths…that poor guy at Peck Hardware really didn’t understand my hysterical screaming that day, but his wife is not a knitter. Dropped lavender scented moth balls in every bin of yarn, set off the bomb and left the house. So much for picking projects for my trip.
Now my house smells like my grandmother’s closet. Moth bomb is good for couple of months. I think from now on, I won’t wait to see any evidence of Biblical plagues, I’ll bomb twice a year, whether it needs it or not.
So, I took the African afghan to work on. It’s not wool, by the way, but Walmart acrylic – thank goodness, not the old really scratchy kind. And I took the Christmas stocking. It’s just a big sock, right? Finished the reindeer and then didn’t have the right needles to turn the heel. Oh well. And I took a pair of socks, because I always take at least one pair of socks.
Yesterday, a lady brought me an “African” that she had started to knit for her sister several years ago and she wanted me to finish it for her. She had knitted the same pattern for two grandchildren. Said she had forgotten how to knit. Who does that?
We took it out of the bag to examine her progress. About 18 inches. But at about the 12 inch mark, looks like all hell broke loose. Choosing my words carefully, so as not to hurt her feelings, I gave her two options, because you always want to offer a choice, right? Either I could rip back below where the pattern changed and see if I could pick stitches back up and resume. That would be less expensive. Or, I’d just have to start over. That would be more. She seemed to have sticker shock when I told her the difference, but she wants it done.
What I found when I got home and started working on it was that she had forgotten her pattern and it shifted, then there were dropped stitches on either side, which had been sewn back together with matching thread. Then, I’m not sure what happened, but there were knots every few stitches and short pieces of yarn that came out. For awhile it looked like knit a row, tie a knot, knit a row, tie a knot. Lots of short pieces of yarn.
So I started over.
Christmas stockings. That’s what we knit in June. How else do you think they’ll be “hung by the chimney with care?” These things don’t happen overnight. Couple of years ago, a friend asked me to “help” her with a Christmas stocking. She had begun the trim and stopped in the band where the name goes. What she really meant, was “will you knit this?” And then she wanted the other three stockings in the set. And then she wanted a second set for her daughter. So, I think we’re somewhere on set two. This one is a reindeer on a flamingo pink background. Not interesting enough yet for a picture.
Found a pattern for a Grinch stocking, which is not part of this order, but would be fun to make. I can think of several people who would match the Grinch stocking…maybe the same guy who matched the Grinch martini glasses with the crooked stems a few years ago.
Yesterday was World Wide Knit In Public Day. I did my part. Waiting room at the Subaru place while I was getting my oil changed.. They’re really great people, btw. Tell ’em I said so.
Found a knit shop in Madison – Haven’t been there before. Hook a Frog. They’re really great people, too. I’ll be back.
And this may or may not have followed me home. Very well behaved so far. No straggling. 40% wool, 40% silk, 20% viscose. Hope that doesn’t break any laws from Leviticus
finished a sock last night. Started the second.
always we begin again.