Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Boogity! Boogity! Boogity!

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After a nasty delay at the beginning of my NCarolina Trip, the Urban Pshawl is back on track. Methinks the Urban-ness of the Pshawl threw a hissy fit and just refused to go to the Country!

You think your projects don’t have a mind of their own! Heh heh heh heh…

I drove up to Tustin, MI to hook up with my boon driving companion, Mrs CB, (better known in these parts as *MOM*), on Saturday, with the UPs in tow. I had less than 4 pattern repeats to go on one piece and the very simple neck trim. No fuss; no mess. Knock it out while we watch a movie – I brought along “Oh Brother Where Art Thou” to kick off the festivities…

Pshaw! goes the little Cream Pshawl! I will not be DONE!

All of a sudden I realized, I was running out of yarn, and had NOT packed the last skein! I was almost 300 miles away from that purdy little ball of yarn and I was hung out to dry!

Vainly, I tried to high groove it out, and fudged and tricked the Pshawl onto the track and towards the finish line. I ripped back a couple of rows of each last pattern repeat to get some yardage for some Splash-n-Go; but BLACK FLAG! I still had the neckline and some bottom trim to finish from where I split the original looong rectangle to make two.

So back into the bag went the Little Pancaked UPs, and out it came last night – no more Dirty AIR – just some reworking of the *fixes* I tried to pull off last weekend.

Out came the Steam Iron after I laid out each piece on a folded quilt on my bed. I went over each piece thoroughly with the steam then let it cool and rolled it up on a cardboard tube left over from paper towels. First I rolled an old hand towel around the tube, then the knitted piece. This will keep it nice and blocked until I have time to seam it up.

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Grandma used to do this with freshly ironed linens…

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Tuesday, August 10, 2004

All Gone to L@@K for America – ahemm – Dale Jr…

OK, now you all know this to be true: like most folks that are part of the Y2K Knitting Revolution, I knit while I’m watching, GASP, Television!

That’s right! No programming is safe from my remote, the least safe being (in the last year): NASCAR racing!

Oh gentle reader, there is nothing like the thrill of the engine while you’re zipping through the rows – the helmet cams, the hairpin turns, the pit stops, the DRIVERS!

Knitting and NASCAR were meant for each other – I truly believe I knit faster and better with that BUZZard soundtrack whining in my head…

And who do we love the MOST
on the NASCAR Hottie inner circle??
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Imagine my delight, after struggling for a couple of hundred of miles on the winding twisting mountain turns of Interstate 77, in being rescued by none other than that Bleached Blonde Bad Boy, DALE Jr!

I was busy working, for the entire Road Trip TO Camp Lejeune, NC, on the Big Blue BizChic Cardi, seaming and knitting, picking up stitches and marking, using my whole arsenal of knitting accessories, which just kept disappearing into the door well exactly when I needed to put my hands on them.

We stopped for gas in, I believe, Woodlawn/Hillsville, Virginia, and there HE WAS! – all bright and shiny, right by the cash register, ripe for the first vacation souvenir purchase.

So along came Dale Jr. on our adventure, becoming THIS.

No more fumbling for the needle gauge finder (although I did have to cut it in half to fit it into the case), no more grasping blindly into the depths of my bag trying to fish out a stitch marker, just everything in its place, at the ready for that next big PIT STOP on the fly speeding toward the Finish Line and that B/W checkered flag.

AND, did you know, Dale Jr. is North Carolina born and bred? Just perfect! Even though we were headed for the other side of the State, it was good to have a Homeboy on board…

THIS question remains: when in the world did he start DYEING his HAIR???

Friday, July 30, 2004

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The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force
They are the spirit’s still vacation
That him refresh —
The Dreams consolidate in action —
What mettle fair

Emily Dickinson