Bertha

Oh yeah… that’s why I don’t knit.

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Feb 102008

Last week I was knitting merrily away at dishrag #6… and I dropped a stitch.

I have no idea how to recover from that. I tried to tease it back up through the rows of yarn, but I only made it worse.

So I put the thing aside, and it languished on the couch for four or five days. Last night I picked it up, pulled it all apart, and started over from scratch.

I know it’s possible to recover from mistakes like that, but I don’t know how. Until I do, dishrags are going to be the most complicated things I’m willing to tackle—at least if I have to start over, it’s not that bad.

Meanwhile I’ve got about a dozen cross-stitch projects half-finished in my project bag… one day perhaps I’ll get to those again.

One night my son asked me when I’d be done with my homework. I said, “Oh… sometime in May.”

Because Apparently I Have Too Much Free Time

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Jan 312008

Last week my classmate, the Born Again Delinquent, was knitting a dishrag. She was using a pattern she’d been taught by her grandmother, and offered to show me.

I’m taking 17 credit hours this semester, I chauffeur my son to swim practice two nights a week, and I’m trying to squeeze in drum lessons. Clearly I have too much free time on my hands and need another hobby, and Tuesday I brought in a pair of needles and a skein of cotton yarn and BAD showed me how to knit a dishrag.

This is my dishrag.

I finished it Tuesday night at my son’s swim practice. Half a dozen people came over to see what I was knitting, and several of them knew about hand-knitted dishrags and remarked on what nice rags they are. One little boy was fascinated by the idea—can’t say I blame him, I still think it’s amazing that I can take a bunch of string and turn it into something. I encouraged him to hold it and feel it. “Go ahead, you can’t hurt it.” His little brother was interested but wouldn’t touch it; I think the needles themselves were a little scary to him.

I felt like the Keeper of the Lost Arts, or something.

Now I just have to get BAD to show me what to do with those little tail ends of yarn, and I can start washing some dishes with it.

Fair Weather

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Jan 302008

Yesterday it turned warm. I wandered into Taco Bell in a t-shirt.

“What’s it like outside?” asked the cashier, handing me my change.

Me: “It’s nice, it really warmed up.”

She: *wistful sigh*

Me: “Oh—it’s really cold and miserable, you’d hate it.”

She laughed at my feeble effort.

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