Putting it off meant there were now 18 of them. That’s a lot of wool socks. I washed and rinsed them in the sink but there was no spinning them out–there was nothing for it but to squeeze each one long and hard away from the waiting ones. This after pushing myself to finish knitting that cabled hat whether my hands liked it or not (but I did it! No spoiler pictures for now.)
I asked him, Remember that conversation my mom said she had with her mom where Mom said she wished she had a live-in maid like Gram had had before the War, and Gram answered she’d have given her up in a second for a modern washing machine?
Someone young and strong to work that earlier contraption.
I told him, I want to upgrade to a ringer.
He chuckled. Then he asked about the hat: will it be warm enough?
It’s densely knit with overlapping cabled stitches knit on as small needles as as I could manage and it ate through a ton of yarn.
But Alaska. Will it be warm enough for him?
It would be if I lined it, and there’s room, I could, and that was the original intent, but even though I thought I bought extra I don’t have enough yarn left and the store in Anchorage is a bit too far to go back to. I don’t know if they ship. I do know I’m running out of time.
A contrasting color? he offered helpfully.
So what we had here was my husband working himself up to declaring that I must go to, most likely, Cottage Yarns in South San Francisco. (Whose site seems hacked at the moment so I’m not linking it.) They carry Juniper Moon Farms.
So maybe the other Christmas presents and the still-waiting afghan just got pushed further back and that hat isn’t quite so done after all.
Hopefully, having to hand wash and squeeze out every piece of clothing in the house soon will be.