This weekend I am heading to Lake Tahoe to spend a girl’s weekend with my wonderful college roommates. It’s a tradition that started a few years ago when we took a bachelorette party trip to the lake. Now it’s become an annual tradition. There will be hiking, there will be swimming, there will be a crazy game of competitive solitaire that I don’t really know how to explain, except that we all end up cursing a lot. Especially me.
But I’m torn — what to knit this trip?
Last year I was half-way through my mom’s Icarus Shawl, and the familiar repeat pattern was especially conducive to chatting time with the ladies. Frost Flowers & Leaves, however, is not so forgiving. I made a tiny bit of progress at Monday’s SnB, but it is a slightly tricky chart, even magnified through the powerful and oh-so-wonderful office copier. On a side note, I have never, not even ONCE, unjammed the copier at my current job. Ok, a few times I have emptied the hole-punch tray and all the sad, discarded bits of junk in the trashcan celebrated as I showered them with office-paper confetti, but on the list of small things to be happy about, never having to mess with a broken copier is pretty high up there.
But I digress. I started Sheldon the Turtle on an airplane, and I’d packed myself a little kit with instructions, the two balls of yarn I needed, one set of DPNs, a crochet hook and a yarn needle. And the whole thing fit in my giant tote-bag with plenty of room for all the other crap I lug around. The miraculous lack of a hump on my back is another constant source of small joy.
I would love to take FF&L with me, since there will be two plane rides, a long drive, and lots of couch time. I’m just not sure I want to lug my one-pound cone of Zephyr all the way to the woods if doing the actual knitting will prevent me from fully enjoying the girl-bonding that is the whole point of the trip in the first place.
– Another Norberta. I got extra Knit Picks Crayon for the first one, and now my adorable sister has seen Sheldon and wants a stuffed animal. This is my cuter-than-pie baby sister (who we still call “baby” even on the eve of her college graduation a la DIRTY DANCING) the girl who has never shown an interest in ANY of my knitting, and most especially not the doll-sized socks that I knit for her with no thought to the actual, more-human-but-still quite small size of her cute little piglets. So even though there is some minor patterning required, if the little one decides she’d like a dragon, then I’m done.
– Another Clapotis. I’m still silently (well, now I guess not-so-silently) mortified that I gave the first one to my mother with all the K and KTBL stitches REVERSED. And also, true to my type-A nature, there is a part of me that wants to knit everything I come across with the exact needles and yarn called for in the pattern. Plus, it’s just such an elegant piece . . . I might have to finally knit something for myself. I’ve been eyeing the Lorna’s Lion & Lamb Multi in a blue-and-purple colorway called Tahoe. I love the wild names that colors get — I sometimes fantasize about being a color-namer. I’ve aways been the person who walks through the art museum glancing at the art, then reading the little placard on the wall, then reading it again, and then looking back at the art again. So there is something about knitting with Tahoe while actually in Tahoe that really appeals to what my mother would describe as my sense of whimsy. I also have three skeins of Mountain Colors Bearfoot in a blue-with-flecks-of-green-and-yellow color that I think might be called either Alpine or Mystic Lake. Not quite as appropriate as Tahoe, but still, it could fit the bill. I loved working with Bearfoot on the Icharus shawl I made for my mom, but throughout the knitting and blocking process it was very sheddy and I worry that if I make a Clapotis with it I’ll end up with fuzz all over me. Since I am, as Michael Chabon would say, “compulsively clad” in white t-shirts, this would be a bad thing. Especially since I seem to be allergic to lint rollers.
I’ll peruse the stash tonight and see if any of the yarn whispers to me, but for now I’m just looking forward to a weekend of nature and knitting.