The lace hat with the Charlie Brown zigzags
Thursday March 14th 2013, 10:21 pm
Filed under: Friends,Knitting a Gift,Life,Wildlife

Glenn Stewart just published a book! The biologist whose lifework has been to bring iconic raptor species back from the brink. And I already know the guy can write well. Kindle version so far, and I can only imagine the squinting of the person who said he was reading it on his Iphone, but as soon as we find our Kindle I’ll be reading it too.

And in the meantime.

I kept kicking myself for feeling zero interest in working on the baby afghan this afternoon. I should be putting it first and foremost–and I did want to knit, but not that, and instead found myself picking up the hat I’d been working on at the lupus group meeting yesterday, trying to finish it before knit night.

Didn’t quite make it.

With the one-car situation, I only made the last hour at Purlescence. (They have my book. I sign them. Just mentioning, like I do occasionally.)

And so for forty-five minutes or so I worked those last repeats and decreases. Bound off. Managed to work the ends in far enough with my knitting needles after coming up empty for an eye-of-a- type.  Checked my keys: nope, I’d taken my little Swiss knife off them last time I went traveling and never did remember to put it back on. Well, then.

And with that I walked across the room to Danette, who’d been far enough away that we hadn’t exchanged a word the whole time–I’m too deaf to even try from that far in a noisy room–and thanked her again for the ride home from Stitches. Baby alpaca/merino/cashmere, says I as I’m grinning and walking away while her eyes are up to the ceiling and her jaw down to the ground and the whole room lights up.

Y’know, there’s this whole inner issue of do something quietly, not for show. But dang was it fun just the way it was.

Danette’s got a little girl who’s just starting to be verbal, and so as we walked out at the 9:00 bell I turned to her where she had the hat happily on her head and those two yarn ends hanging down her shoulder, picked one up a moment and pronounced, You’re dribbling.

She guffawed.

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dribbling indeed — got to love a child with a sense of humor!

Comment by bev 03.15.13 @ 9:08 am

Got to love ANYBODY with a sense of humor!

Comment by Don Meyer 03.15.13 @ 9:12 am

No coincidences. As it was meant to be!

Comment by Channon 03.16.13 @ 5:42 am

As always, you know the right thing to do, even if you don’t know why at the time!

Comment by Kathy in San Jose 03.16.13 @ 8:25 am

I love the working on it in plain sight aspect. And if you’d worked on the afghan, you wouldn’t have had the hat done in that one hour, now would you have?

Comment by twinsetellen 03.17.13 @ 1:39 pm

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