Not that you’ve heard much it about recently but, I have been knitting. Sleeve number one of the chevron sweater is complete and I’ve an inch knit of sleeve number two. It took me a week to knit the first sleeve. The second one is being slowed down by other priorities. However, I have a bad case of finishitis and, despite the siren call from Chase from behind the dining room door where he is currently hung out of Iain’s reach, I am resisting other knitting projects.
Speaking of Iain’s chevron sweater, I have a story to tell you. We were lucky enough to host some extended family (that means, my mother’s first cousin, making her my first cousin, once removed, and her husband) for supper a couple of weeks ago. F had sent out an email tease saying that they were headed to NS and hoping to stop into her favourite yarn store (my LYS!) and would be staying about a 45 minute drive away from us. It turns out that D, F’s husband, has a sister living between here and my LYS. This same sister is also a frequent attendee at the shop’s knitting afternoon (which I have yet to attend. Iain is turning into a Yarn Monster. I cannot afford the destruction he might wreak if I actually let him lose in a yarn shop) and has been known to help others with their knitting! How cool is that?!? I mean, not only does it turn out I “know” someone who goes to the same knitting store but, we’re practically related (to a Newfoundland and Labradorian, the sister of your first cousin, once removed’s (new Patty word there!) husband is a relative)!
Anyway, both F and I were raving about the shop and their selection. F was bringing out all kinds of knitting candy from her bag after her two days of shopping there (she had to make a second trip, ending up with yarn for a new sweater although she had had no intention of knitting a sweater when she walked into the place). I, too, was enthused and proudly showed her my progress on Iain’s sweater, raving about the hand dying abilities of the Fleece Artist and the quality of the yarn. I was feeling quite cocky in fact. F looked at my knitting so far and stroked it tenderly, then said,
“But, this isn’t the project that you showed me in the fall when you were home…?”
Yep. It’s the same bloody sweater. SIGH.
Speaking of Iain’s chevron sweater, I have a story to tell you. We were lucky enough to host some extended family (that means, my mother’s first cousin, making her my first cousin, once removed, and her husband) for supper a couple of weeks ago. F had sent out an email tease saying that they were headed to NS and hoping to stop into her favourite yarn store (my LYS!) and would be staying about a 45 minute drive away from us. It turns out that D, F’s husband, has a sister living between here and my LYS. This same sister is also a frequent attendee at the shop’s knitting afternoon (which I have yet to attend. Iain is turning into a Yarn Monster. I cannot afford the destruction he might wreak if I actually let him lose in a yarn shop) and has been known to help others with their knitting! How cool is that?!? I mean, not only does it turn out I “know” someone who goes to the same knitting store but, we’re practically related (to a Newfoundland and Labradorian, the sister of your first cousin, once removed’s (new Patty word there!) husband is a relative)!
Anyway, both F and I were raving about the shop and their selection. F was bringing out all kinds of knitting candy from her bag after her two days of shopping there (she had to make a second trip, ending up with yarn for a new sweater although she had had no intention of knitting a sweater when she walked into the place). I, too, was enthused and proudly showed her my progress on Iain’s sweater, raving about the hand dying abilities of the Fleece Artist and the quality of the yarn. I was feeling quite cocky in fact. F looked at my knitting so far and stroked it tenderly, then said,
“But, this isn’t the project that you showed me in the fall when you were home…?”
Yep. It’s the same bloody sweater. SIGH.
2 comments:
Ah well...you've got a little person in your house now. Knitting goes slower than it used to. No big deal...
Oh, well. Some projects take longer than others.
Appropos of absolutely nothing (except your comments about extended family), I come from a very large family that happens to come from a distant part of the world where they speak a language I do not. Due to political upheaval, many, many of them migrated to the U.S. while I was growing up. Every time I was introduced to a new one, I was told, "This is your cousin." (In their language there are words for different types of cousins, but not in ours.) It got to be a joke in our family that every new person we met was a "cousin." (I do in fact have 41 first cousins; no one knows how many second and third and once-removed and twice-removed's we have.) Ironically, my children have only one first cousin. Go figure.
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