Clearing the Decks

Goodbye for now to the lone Jaywalker. No bets on when it will either be finished or joined by a matching sock. But I am taking a few moments to pet it today, just because it finally grew by some (metrically-measured) amount.


All Olympic training, such as it was, is over. Today it starts. Cue hysterical laughter, as my training has consisted of having a plethora of children, arranging it so that rolling viruses (virii?) have come through the household, I haven't slept more than three consecutive hours in a week, and pretending that I can knit more than a row without making some goofball mistake.

I love thinking of people all over the world anxiously watching the clock, ready for their 2:00 p.m. cast on. I've gathered supplies:


Rounded up: a variety of needles in different sizes, for casting on and off, knitting short and long (I'm open to some flow in the process), floss, needle, pattern, yarn. The pink embroidery floss and the blue needle (focus problems thanks to the camera-strap-grabbing baby) are there because I know myself. Mr. Lifeline and I are going to become pretty close friends, I think. Notice that I've actually made a mock-up of the pattern, complete with repeats glued across the middle. Anyone operating on as few synapses as I am needs all available external help . I'm going to find some magnets and use our metal "make a word" boards to keep track of where I am.

I'm also not showing the remote for the TV. I warmed up last night by watching a videotape of Elizabeth Zimmerman and Meg Swanson cheerily knitting a percentage sweater. It reminded me that life is long, there's a lot to learn about knitting, and making something beautiful will eventually last longer than even my childrens' snotty noses.

Cheers to knitters everywhere.