My Brain is Full of Bits of Wool and Broken Machinery


 


I have decided there are few things less interesting to photograph than a clapotis-in-progress. "One more dropped stitch ladder! YAY!" No. Not yay. It's a good enough Olympic project in its own way, as it has those dropped stitch ladders to use as intermediary goals, prods, and measures, but that's probably only interesting to the knitter. I am making decent progress and we shall leave it at that. Last night's professional association meeting and dinner was no help in the knitting progress department, though.

In other news, I found out that the graphics designer at one of my former workplaces knits! His daughter learned, and wanted help with some of her projects, and in the way of all parents everywhere who relearn geometry for the sake of their progeny's education, he learned to knit.

That's right, you heard me. He. Another guy who knits.

I think men who knit are wicked.  John does not knit, but that's okay. John asked me to teach him years ago, and our relationship was not enlivened by the experience.  I console myself now that he appreciates the knitwear I crank out for him and his relationship to fiber (fly tying) is such that he can use all the little scraps I generate.

I also like having John around because he makes me laugh:

Our neighbor calls it

Posted: Thursday - February 16, 2006 at 07:56 AM         | |

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