There are two things on my mind this morning:
– Libraries rock. Ok, this is hardly breaking news. But borrowing audio-books lets me combine reading and knitting in a way I just couldn’t afford without the library. There are so many books I’ve wanted to read recently, but quiet time seems to fall most often to knitting. So as soon as I got my library card up and running, I spent some time on the internet putting holds on audio-books. On Saturday morning, as soon as I woke up, I headed to the library where I picked up Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. I also managed to find a few Debbie Bliss baby-knit books (more on that later) and a hummingbird guide for The Baron, who is having some trouble with his feeders. Saturday was pretty busy, and very hot, and we spent most of the day running errands, planting flowers, and splashing around in the pool. Basically we exhausted ourselves in the sunshine, so that on Sunday we could barely get to brunch and back, stuffed bellies and mild sunstroke sapping our energy for the rest of the day. We turned on the AC (the first time we’ve used it in the new house!) and took a long nap until mid-afternoon. Finally, once the heat broke around 4 pm, I pulled out the Frost Flowers & Leaves shawl and put in the first disc. The book is extraordinary and bizarre, and I sat listening happily until bedtime working row after row and guzzling ice water.
– Does this happen to anyone else? Every time a knit walks by that catches your eye, no matter who is wearing it or how, umm, inappropriate it might be, are you compelled to chase it down and figure it out? Friday afternoon, one of my coworkers came by my cubicle in the cutest little DKNY sweater. We chatted about weekend plans and told her I liked her top, all the while mentally deconstructing the sweater — it looked like some combination of garter stitch — until finally she said “Uhh, you’re staring at my chest . . . ” Nice. The knitting obsession has now led me to sexually harass a co-worker. “Well, I like the sweater a lot,” I said, “And I’m trying to figure it out.” She looked at me, skeptical. “Umm, okaaaay . . .” she said. “So, can you show me the inside of it?” I asked. She flipped up the bottom of the sweater — it was reverse stockinette. “Okay, now can I see the inside of the sleeves?” She flipped up the edge of a little cap sleeve — garter stitch. “Cool . . .” I said, appreciating the subtle contrast between the two stitch patterns. “Okay, you’re creeping me out,” she said, “I’m going to leave now.” So of course, I leaned out over my cubicle to get a better look at the sweater as it walked away.