So far, there looks to be about eight inches of snow on the ground, and the precipitation hasn’t let up one jot. We sat through Jared’s five attempts to beat a bally Zurg mission in Starcraft, not to mention three episodes of Lord Peter Whimsey, and the stuff is still fallin’ out of the sky at about a sixty-degree angle to the ground, wot. The outdoor thermometer says 34 degrees, which is probably rather higher than reality, and the indoor thermometer says 56. We remain heatless, and while Jared shows no signs of breaking, I’m finding I must cling to him for strength.
It’s the little things that you notice. Like, for example, I appreciate that women’s liberation has meant that I am not required, as were my forbears, to wear dresses and skirts continuously. However, I am rather spiteful about the midriff area, which seems chilled no matter how many layers I put on top and bottom. Also, as much as I am completely fed up with wooden DPNs (I snapped two just today), the metal ones that I have fallen so hard forf do chill the hands rather badly. By the time a needle has warmed up from my hands, it’s time to drop it, and it’s resumed an icy temperature by the time it comes around to be used again.
There is hope, though. I still haven’t knitted a thing for myself in a while, but surprisingly, I am getting some outside help! In the last week or so I have gotten that rare and precious gift – things knitted for me by others. A few hours ago, before starting in on Whimsey, and just to keep ourselves from going quite mad with cabin fever, we ventured outside to take a few pictures of finished knitted objects. Mine, I cannot show you, but I can here proudly display one of Jared’s finished works:
This lovely piece is the second of the Three Tams published in Knitty’s Winter 2007 issue, and which Coleen used to teach a beginning fair isle class. Jared wanted to learn fair isle, but commented that he didn’t know what he’d want with a tam. I said “Make it for me. Duh.” He used some Noro Silk Garden and Galway that I picked out, and the result has been on my head since it was sufficiently dry two days ago. I took it off to sleep, and I briefly gave it back to him this morning so that he could weave in the ends.
The other bit of outside help I’ve gotten was a complete surprise. Bonita, a coworker with hands permanently ablaze with knitting fiyah, cranks out garments so fast that you are lucky if you see them on her needles more than once before they’re done. She’s so fast, in fact, that she actually makes more things than she has a use for. (I know!!!) so last week, she brings in a pile of sweaters and says, essentially, “I’ve never worn these, I don’t want them, and I’ve already got Christmas presents made. Who wants one?” Once my mouth closed, I decided not to think about this offer too hard, and picked this one:
I know I look rather horrid, but the sweater is lovely. I forget, again and already, what the pattern was from (Some book about jackets), but the yarn is Harrisville Highland wool. Real Shetland stuff that we sell at the shop, with the most interesting bright heathered colors. The cable is entrancing. I added a few buttons, but did so rather badly, so I still have some fixing to do to make maximum use of this sweater’s extreme warmth, but it’s already helping loads.
As for my works? I only have one “have to” project left on the list: the little dog. It is the culprit of the two broken brittany size 2’s that have happened so far today. I still have two legs left on the little blighter before I can give up and grab a crochet hook for the finishing, and I can’t afford to snap another needle.
I’m afraid I got a little overzealous in trying to make sure that the snout is big enough, so it will probably end up being more of a white spotted pig than anything else. But I still have hope, and I’m not doing it again.
In a desperate attempt to warm up, I’m going to come up with something to put in the washing mashine, and Jared is working on turning spicy chili leftovers into spicy chili pizza. Wish us luck.