… brought to you by Chanknits and Haddon Wood Gardens. (With apologies to The Electric Company and PBS.)
In the afternoons, we’ve become accustomed to finding butterflies swarming the butterfly bush my aunt gifted us in memory of Pop last summer. I never have my camera handy, but yesterday when I pulled into my spot in our driveway, I slowly lowered the passenger’s window and began snapping away with my old trusty camera, which lives in my handbag.
When it was clear the beauties didn’t care that I was there, I quietly and deliberately relocated to the outside of the car, as near to the bush as I could get without sending them scattering.
I longed to go in and get my “good” camera, but the fur-girls had already been about 8 hours without a potty break, so that seemed selfish. You’d rather have less-crisp photos and happy dogs, wouldn’t you?
That’s my first ballband cloth. I say first, because if you’ve knitted one, you know what I mean… Your begin tossing around balls of cotton, pairing them up for the future BBCs in your life. You can’t help yourself.
Pattern: (Duh?!) Ballband Dishcloth. Now, I have a little survey for you here. This pattern is one of those favorites available in no fewer than four places. I happen to own the Mason-Dixon book, and fully intended to snag the pattern from within. However, it’s a large, hard-bound book that doesn’t travel, or even stay open in my lap well, so I soon trotted back to the study to fetch the free pattern linked above, because Sissy hasn’t mastered pulling papers from the printer and bringing them back to Mommy yet.
The debate over who gets to take it to Mommy... OBX 2-09
(I hear you laughing. Okay, so my best bet is to put the printer in the floor and work with my little lady, Gretchen, who isn’t likely to eat said pattern on the jaunt back to me. Somehow, I don’t think the Knight will go for that option, so can I count skipping back to the study to retrieve a pattern as exercise?)
So, here’s the question: do you actually knit from those pattern books we all stash, or do you make paper copies to carry around with you? In this case, the pattern is so obvious and easy to memorize that had I taken a deep breath and just knitted a single repeat, I would have realized I didn’t need to kill a tree and print the copy.
We all get distracted sometimes
Where was I? Oh – sorry. We were in the midst of a finished object report, weren’t we?
Yarn: For this one, it’s all about Sugar & Cream. The border is Hot Blue, which I like just as much as Hot Green, and the main color is Country Print, which in a slightly muted hue might have to come live on the walls in my kitchen. (Yeah, I claim to dislike yellow, but I want a soft butter color on my walls. I’m fickle, and those of you who know me “in real life” already knew that.)
Needles: I’m really sorry for all the stream of consciousness bursting out all over this post. Maybe I should change the title to reflect that, as a warning to the other readers?
Oh – needles. My most favorite #7s. I have two pairs, thanks to my friends, and that’s a good thing. If ANYONE knows where to find this brandless needle, tell me. They’re just the right length, the non-working ends are pretty little turned things but still practical and comfortable, and I just love ’em.
Verdict: They’ll never be able to diagnose me with Alzheimer’s, because this stream of consciousness thing is how I’ve always thought, talked, written. Thank goodness Mrs. Culley gave it a name in my creative writing class, my senior year of high school. I seriously think I stopped therapy (for a few years) soon after learning that some writers have to TRAIN themselves to think that way.
What?! Oh, but didn’t I say at the start of the post that I see many more of these in my future?
A cup of tea at the shore would probably restore some order to my brain
One more question… We’ve only had one ballband in the house, and the Knight claimed it as a wash cloth, so I’ve never used one. They look like they’d hold up well and scrub a dish nicely…. Is that true?
Bless your heart for even scanning through my babble today. Maybe I didn’t need that cup of coffee after all, huh?