I'm making progress. I know I am. To quote the title of Susan's blog, I'm knitting as fast as I can. Maybe I'm just not knitting as MUCH as I can. A person has to have a well-rounded life don't they? I did have to vaccuum today, and put out the ant traps, and then watch in fascination as the ants really did gather around those traps, crawl in, and crawl out looking drunk. I did have to go out to the Mason Antique Mart and look around for a bookshelf for my office, and I found it thank you very much. (Not an antique....just your basic well-built functional bookcase for a pittance.)
Annie's making progress. She finished a sweater. Even if she doesn't love it, I do. Mary finished a cardigan, and look at how the perfect set of buttons adds just the right note. Sarah is always finishing something.
So back to well-rounded. I mentioned my magazine fetish last entry. This began in childhood. My mom read all the women's magazines....Ladies Home Journal, McCalls, Good Housekeeping, Better Homes and Gardens, and Redbook. Also Reader's Digest. I credit my vocabulary to It Pays to Increase Your Word Power during my formative years. My dad read Popular Science and Popular Mechanics. I even dipped into those. I of course had subscriptions to American Girl and Seventeen. At pajama parties, someone always managed to bring copies of True Confessions and the like. Today's mainstream magazines make those look awfully innocent today, but in my childhood they were pretty racy stuff.
Today I still read any magazine I can get my hands on. I read high-brow and low-brow. News magazines, finance, women's, computer, photography, psychology, health, cultural, and of course every knitting magazine I can get my hands on. I trade my mags with my mom and dad, so yesterday I took them a stack, and brought home a stack. Yesterday, my slushpile was down to one measly magazine, but after the mail came, and my trip to visit Mom and Dad, it looks like this:
Discerning readers, who have regularly heard me moan and groan about not having enough knitting time and book reading time, might be scratching their heads and thinking my magazine habit has a thing or two to do with that. I'll concede that it might be a small part of the problem. But just as we knitters need some mindless knitting, and quickie type projects to keep on our needles in the midst of our BIG stuff, as a reader I also need a steady diet of junk food to consume. My magazines are quick, simple, pick-up, put-down kind of fare. I need that too.
I see a few submissions of terse verse coming in. Oh please, take 30 seconds to get metaphorical in rhyme about aspects of knitting. Check the comments in my last entry to see what gems Vera and Ann and Carolyn came up with.
Here's another to get you thinking:
Life is a yarn shop, Sharon says,
Each new yarn, I want to try it.
But I must leave and go back home,
Having stayed on my yarn diet.
I vowed to myself that I wouldn't post a photo of every few inches on my entrelac sweater. But it makes me feel better to see it grow. So I'm posting it anyway. I need to be up to my armpits in entrelac by the next class session on March 23rd. I'm on target for that, but I had hoped to get ahead, so I could work on other things. I have a good friend starting chemotherapy soon, and I have promised her some snazzy hats. Right now I'm only halfway to the armholes. This project is teaching me that it's terribly important to be completely in love with your yarn when you take on something big. If I weren't continually fascinated by how the Silk Garden plays out its colors, I'd be bored to tears with this by now.