I ordered a little bit of Fortissima Colori sock yarn from Elann this week: two balls each of “Irish Mists,” “Harvest Apple” (Wowza! That’s a bright one!), and “Tropica.” I like the colors, and of course, the price doesn’t hurt. Sock yarn hardly counts as stash anyway. I brought it home and set it aside for later, after I finish the second Go With the Flow sock. I’m on the heel flap, about to turn the heel, and it’s good knitting. I’m plugging away on Dulaan hats, too, and I want to finish the knitting part of my Amazing Twining Lace scarf so that I can begin the necessary mental preparation for The Grafting. All in all, this is a good week for knitting.
But then, almost before I knew it, I had knit this:
It’s the cuff of Nancy Bush’s Rib and Cable socks from the Fall issue of IK. No matter how hard I try, I can’t control myself. I have no will power. I am weak. Pathetic. Seduced and helpless.
The Go With the Flow sock, however, has other ideas:This is a rapidly developing story, so stay tuned.
My local knitting circle reconvened on Thursday, and it was, shall we say, interesting. I took my place at the table with much enthusiasm, thinking that this would be like a real live KR, and everybody would share and gab and become fast friends in that special Knitterly way. There was a strange vibe — was it Shyess? Defensiveness? I don’t know you so I’ll just knit this sock-ness? I sat back and tried to be quiet (I had begun to feel like a Party Girl, which I am most definitely not). I think I’m hungry for some Real Woman Bonding, and I need to lower my expectations here. This is a diverse group of women who have come together because they knit, and they’re probably looking for the same things I am, but whatever it is will have to develop over time. Isn’t that how it happens in knitting circles in the rest of the world?
I had to stop listening to Sound and the Fury. It’s not a listening book, it’s a reading book. It’s very powerful and strange (in a good way) and I’ll get back to it soon. In the meantime I’m listening to Room With a View, which I adore because it is set in Florence, and I miss Florence. I’ve also joined the Knit One Read Too book group, and the October book is Yellow Jack by Josh Russell. I ordered a copy from my favorite local bookstore: me!
So it’s Sunday. The Here and There scarf is drying (if Miss Annabelle can keep her not-small rear end off of it, it will be dry today). The laundry du jour is in mid-cycle, the weather is absolutely gorgeous, and I am going to a birthday party for J‘s mother, who is turning 91 years old. I’ve known her for 33 years, too!
I hope your Sunday, like mine, is just the way you like it.