(But I can’t say which rug.)
Yep, still singing, for lots of reasons: Friday has arrived, and with it, Fall Break. A dear friend of mine is coming to visit, and I can’t wait. We met seven years ago, during a summer that was incredible formative for me, and it has been a year and a half since we were last in the same place for a day or two. He reads the blog, and as such, his requests for the weekend are things that are familiar to you: a trip to the farm, bread-baking, cooking something delicious with greens…
Somehow I managed to add a few inches of stockinette to my seaman’s cap last night, in between several loads of laundry and a thorough scrubbing of the bathroom. On today’s agenda? More cleaning, a bit of knitting, menu-planning and grocery shopping, and some writing. But first, another cup of coffee…
(I’ll not say which ni-i-ight.) A seaman friend of mine…
I can’t help it. Whenever I sit down to work on my handspun seaman’s cap, I hear Billy Bragg and Wilco singing “Walt Whitman’s Niece,” the first track on the first Mermaid Avenue album (the project sets Woody Guthrie’s words to music).
Late (very late) last night, I finally finished the ribbing, and switched to size 7 needles to continue in stockinette.
Off to pour my first cup of coffee and prepare for the day!
I have no idea why I’ve had a little boy’s tie hanging in my closet. No idea. Until now. I’ll say it again: my dog is ridiculous. Alright, onto a bit more knitting.
Rusted Root isn’t quite dry, but I tried it on anyway last night, worried that it was relaxing too much, and instead, I think it will be perfect. No modeled pictures yet, but perhaps tonight — I’m going to see Wilco, and depending on the weather, I may debut the sweater. (By the way, I recommend Wilco wholeheartedly, in all forms. You won’t be sorry.)
I did put a little package in the mail to my mom yesterday, and because she has no idea I have a blog, I can share it with you now:
I took yesterday afternoon off to catch up on life a bit, and I wove in the ends while sitting outside in the parking lot of the laundromat. (Details: Peaches and Creme cotton, size 7 needles and a basic grandmother’s favorite dishcloth pattern worked corner to corner.) I also ran to REI to take advantage of their big sale (Boh has managed to search out and destroy several pairs of my socks over the last 14 months), and since I was already nearby, I went a bit further to the yarn store. Tough weeks mean treats, in my book, and I settled on seven skeins of cascade 220 heathers in a pretty deep blue/purple/grey — intended to be a long sleeve version of Wicked.
Took everything I had last night to pick up my second wedding present pinwheel instead of swatching or just casting on for Wicked or 28thirty. Must make progress on WIPs…or at least the pinwheel, as I am attending (and helping with pie-baking for) a pre-wedding party next weekend. Happy Friday!