I’m enjoying this sock. I think I am enjoying it too much, because I should be finishing the ripple baby blanket. Babies don’t wait. [This one sure didn’t, because I just got a call from C’s husband to say that she’s been admitted to the hospital! Yay! Must knit!]
But when I have a little time to knit, I’m so drawn to this heavenly blue and these little X’s that I just give in. The knitting is slow on 2mm needles, but I am having such a good time. This is Cross Hatch Lace from More Sensational Knitted Socks in Sundara Yarns Blue Grape Hydrangea.
Now that I’ve decided (sort of) to follow the knitting rather than a plan (learn this, conquer that), I notice that I’m honing my techniques and trusting my instincts. I’ve changed the way I knit socks in small ways, likely not noticeable to a casual eye, but very noticeable and satisfying to me. My cast-on tail has never been hidden so well. My turned heel is tidy and without “ears.” My gusset join is perfectly gapless. My toe is usually round, with a lovely spiral of decreases that fits me perfectly. The best part is, I know how to accomplish these things intuitively. When did that happen?
I think it’s been evolving for a while, but because I’ve been working on some design projects this year I’ve become more aware of the small details. I’ve had to be clear about how to accomplish them, and that clarity has been added to my little bag of tools.
I found a wonderful book this week — Mildred Armstrong Kalish’s Little Heathens: Hard Times and High Spirits on an Iowa Farm During the Great Depression. I couldn’t help myself, with opening words like these:
I tell of a time, a place, and a way of life long gone. For many years I have had the urge to describe that treasure trove, lest it vanish forever. So, partly in response to the basic human instinct to share feelings and experiences, and partly for the sheer joy and excitement of it all, I report on my early life. It was quite a romp.
When a “little” book like this gets the front page of the New York Times Book Review I pay attention. I’m so glad I did!
The wisteria is a bit confused. There are a few blooming tendrils like this pretty one I photographed this morning.
There hasn’t been a single day this summer that I’ve really wished for air conditioning, but today is hot, and I got my wish. Installing my window AC has been a dreaded annual ritual. My perfect landlord D is willing to haul it out of the basement through the Bilco doors, up my long staircase (I’m sure he added that landing just so he could pause for breath), and put it into the front window. And he reverses the process in October, too. This year I bought a new and very energy-efficient one, so “all” he had to do was get it upstairs from the back of my car, but still … the man is a saint.
I guess I’ll be setting that sock aside for now. A little baby boy will have a soft cotton blankie before long, if I just make it so.