…to bring you another project that will in turn be interrupted. Arwen was whistling merrily along until the yarn from Wollmeise showed up, and I had to play with it immediately. Some of you already understand the New Yarn Imperative. I was just going to extend the swatch I’d made, make several long strips and sew them together into a bag, but it was not to be. The very next color I tried was Löwenzahn (dandelion), and it was too contrasty, and really jarring in the Arwen cable.
It also occurred to me that, as much as I love this cable, I would be heartily sick of it after a bag and a sweater. So a new plan had to be made, which took about a day, and turned a cute little portable project into a big complicated intarsia-thing. Still, I was having a blast knitting it.
Enter one Sniglet with a sudden need to accessorize. He wants a scarf to match his new jacket – the jacket is dark gray with one orange stripe, so he wants a scarf in the same orange. And how can you refuse a snaggletoothed six-year-old? Especially one who sets the table like this when you give him four napkins and eight chopsticks:
The social thing went fine, I think – I didn’t talk a whole lot, but the talk was mostly about academia, which is not my thing, so I think they didn’t notice, much. What was noticeable was that the eight people there included four German husbands, and four foreign wives – one American, one Cuban, one French and one Spanish. I begin to wonder who German women find to marry, because most of the German men I know have foreign wives. I’m sure there’s a very simple explanation for that. Like, oh, maybe, German women are as crazy as a box of frogs?
Just a theory.
Song du jour of the day: Satellite, by Elvis Costello. She looked like she learned to dance from a series of still pictures… That’s just such an amazing mental image.
Football update: they’ll be showing Saints-Bears game highlights at 11:30 tonight, followed by the whole Pats-Colts game, live, at 12:30. I’ll be watching the former, but not the latter.