It has been far too long. New hobbies have arrived, and a slight obsession with brewing beer took some necessary funds away from knitting. However, I'm back with great urgency. There is a sweater that I offered as part of an auction. This, however, never got done. I am resolved to make it before this year's auction (noting that a one-year layover is less than awesome). Thought I would share something that I found on youtube a long time ago - rather humorous.
Enjoy, and be well.
I was wondering if some of you would like to help me out. I have been mulling over the notion that writing a book might be a good idea. I was first thinking about a romance novel with two people madly in love romping in fields...but I am without experience in this category. Then I thought, "What about a book about skiing?" No, too many and that is a VERY small audience.
Then I arrived at my conclusion, "I'll write a book about knitting." Not such a bad idea, right? Well, I can manage the words fairly well, but I do have about as much experience with patterning as G.W. Bush has in facing Mecca for evening prayer (read: none). So, will you help?
Here's my time line - I would like to have three chapters completed by the middle of May. I will then begin with my effort to find a literary agent, and with any luck sell the idea to a publishing house. Any of your help will be sincerely appreciated, and you will receive full credit for your work.
I would like to print anything that will be interesting to a man with respect to both creating and receiving. That's the challenge. Up for it?
I am in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan right now. I found a nice knitting shop here in Houghton, MI. I will be traveling a lot in the near future, so I hope to keep you up to date on all of the knitting shops I visit. I would love to tell you more about knitting projects, but I have hit a stand-still on the current project. I will do more when I have more than a few seconds to sit down.
A glimpse into my life can be found at: www.seniornationals.org This is what I do for a living.
Mircea Eliade wrote a book titled 'The Sacred And The Profane.' In this book you'll find some interesting ideas about how one person can identify an object as being sacred and another person can look upon the same object and see nothing more than what it is literally. He uses a rock as an example of this. One person could see a magical stone that was placed where it is by something divine (a hierophany), and another person will see the rock as a big hunk of sediment sitting inert.
I see my emotions, happy, sad and otherwise, when I look at an object I have knit. Yet, the person who gets that piece will likely never see those emotions. They are there, but only for me to see. I believe this is why it's difficult to be around someone when they receive something I have spent a long time working on.
Everything interesting seems to have a story to go along with it. The story of how I got started knitting is how I will make my introduction.
Two years ago I found her laugh and quirky idiosyncrasies endearing. She could light up a room, and always caught my attention when she was around. The forces of nature and gravity between two objects brought the two of us together. A rather exciting relationship began only months before Christmas. With the Holiday season quickly running up on me I decided that I would knit a stocking and fill it with affordable gifts.
Who knew circular needles came in different lengths? Not me. I got this 2 1/2 foot long needle home and realized I had made a terrible mistake. What would you do? Return the needle for a shorter, more manageable length? Hell no! The part connecting the two ends was plastic. Plastic, luck on my side, melts, and is fairly easy to cut. So, with the help of a Leatherman, a box of matches, and a little duct tape (to smooth it all out) a shorter needle was born. It's a keepsake that I will have a picture of to share soon enough.
The top of this stocking was flawless, the tube was a work of art, but the turn didn't exist. No, it wasn't bad, it just didn't exist because I was working with limited knowledge (for example, see above). My disappointment was probably worth a prescription for Zoloft. Rather than dwell I reached deep into my bag of tricks and went to the fabric store, bought some fleece, and cut out a shape that would later become the foot. I sewed it all together using a twist-tie from a bread bag and presented the miracle to the girl.