If you are knitting Jeanie, and you get to the end of a row, and you are crossing the last 4 x 4 cable without a needle, and 911 rings while you’re doing it, and you have to drop it in your lap, the four tiny sock-yarn stitches waving in the simulated breeze, it is a good thing if you then pick them up and cross the cable, just like that.
Sometimes knitting is good like that. Probably means that I’m about to run out of yarn or something. I should check.
In other related knitting news, I just stole a sweater right off a guy. A radio technician was wearing an amazing old Norwegian style sweater, looks at least forty years old, maybe more. Light brown with darker brown and cream patterning, pewter buttons. I’ll take a picture when I’m at home, but something about the bottom pattern reminds me of Elizabeth Zimmerman. You fanatics can help me pin its exact derivation later. I’ve seen this guy wearing it before — apparently his coworkers give him shit about wearing the sweater, but he’s kind of a tall Mr. Rogers kind of guy, very sweet, and carries it off gracefully. Jimmy Stewart-ish, really. I’ve only ever spoken to him a little bit before — couldn’t remember his name (it’s Don), and he didn’t know my name even though we’ve discussed brining turkey in the past.
He was working on a co-worker’s radio console, and I said, "I love your sweater." I kept myself away. It was hard. I would not touch.
He said "Thanks, it was my dad’s."
That’s all it took. I had my hands all over him, because people, the holes! The HOLES! Oh, some moth has fed generations with that sweater. I had it off him in less than forty-five seconds with the promise of repair. He looked a little stunned, but happy and grateful.
The sweetest bit of the sweater is an old hole that’s been darned with a different color yarn — someone really cared for this thing. It deserves some more years. I never offer to do this, and I can’t say how good I’ll be at doing it. I *love* to darn, but it’s not always a successful endeavor. I’d like this to be, though.
I’ll keep you posted.
Oh, and hey! I’m out of town this weekend for a good friend’s wedding, and I’m so excited! I won’t be around the blog parts because I’ll be partying like it’s 1993. No, really. I will be.
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