*Edited to add: The Whoreshoes will be appearing on Girl Meets Cowboy on Sunday night! Look up your showtimes; it plays on the WE channel. They’ll be at the rodeo or the hoedown or whatever it is they’re having…..
Whining, Knitting, Pictures.
In that order.
102.8. That’s how high my fever got before it broke. This flu is seriously kicking my ass. I haven’t done a single thing in almost three days; I’ve just been lying around being pathetic, with chills, shakes, fever and headache.
Yesterday Lala had to assure me that I was a fun person. Because I’d stopped believing it.
(I just looked around at the menagerie to see which animal was whistling through its nose. It was me. Sigh.)
So. Which one of you Rhinebeckians gave this to me? And how long did it take you to get better?
No, I believe more that I got it on the plane, or somewhere in New York, holding on to rails in the subway, pushing elevator buttons. I always mean not to hold the handrails, and then I do on accident. Then I mean not to touch my face or eat anything until I wash my hands and then I forget. Surprising I don’t get sick more often. Then I took a virtual red-eye back home and stayed up for almost 24 hours, which just depleted any germ-fighters I had left, and wham, here I am.
I’m feeling a bit better, though. Fever down to 101 or just below, which by now feels almost normal.
Let’s talk about knitting for a moment, shall we? Something we never do around here anymore, so this should be fun.
I left Rhinebeck SO INSPIRED. What a great and wonderful gift we all possess, being able to knit, don’t we? There are so many things to make! To create! To spin! And I’m stuck here with Lala’s Durrow sweater, right at the point where I need to join the sleeves to the body and start making some decisions. I don’t think I’m smart enough at the moment to make those decisions so I’ve put it off for a while. Maybe later today if the Tylenol holds.
But I’m already thinking: what next? I do this every year — I have a knitting slump through the summer — who doesn’t? I feel I’ve lost the mojo. Never making a sweater again. And then I get this itch, this familiar feeling. I actually lie in bed at night and fantasize about shoulder shapings and stitch patterns.
I just read the latest Vogue Holiday Knitting issue (Lala brought it to me last night, kind wife that she is), and I like two things: That crazy little reindeer number and that silly Debbie Bliss colorwork cardie. I don’t love either enough to make them, I think (although I’d buy that reindeer sweater and wear it joyfully — I just don’t think the humor would sustain itself through the effort, do you?).
But it reminded me of what I REALLY want to make. My mother was in Denmark (I think it was Denmark, at least — my memory is bad) in the sixties (probably the sixties) and commissioned a true fair-isle sweater, lovely green and white, traditional patterns to the village she commissioned it in. I want to borrow it and copy it in my size. Wouldn’t that be cool? I think it’s time.
Enough about that. What about a few pictures before I go nap again?
Me and my Michelle, and proof that I wore Cromarty.
Even if the rest of us bought a lot (3 POUNDS of rainbow fleece?), this is proof that La Brainy bought a whole sheep.
[Aside – Michelle, Alison and I are all aghast at the fact that we didn’t get one picture of the three of us together — did anyone else get one of us? Please?]
JStrizzy’s first real yarn! HA! We GOT her and made a spinner, and a very fine one, indeed. She has the knack. (Sucka!)
Me and the It Girl herself, Jes, of Ravelry fame, at the pre-Rhinebeck-Ravelry party which was unofficially held in their hotel room. She is a doll, and I’m happy to report that Ravelry will take over the knit-world. As it should.
Maia, who made it all possible, really.
And now, kiddos, I’m plumb wore-out. Back to bed. Hope you all are well, and GET YOUR FLU SHOT. No joke.
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