Three days of sunshine in a row! Well, okay, there were two massive thunderstorms, and Emily and narrowly escaped a flash flood on River Road, and it was really muddy everywhere I went still, but yes we were able to sample the Seven Deadly Sins this weekend: golf, knitting, drinking beer outside, talking about Richard Nixon, buying plants, ripping out knitting and ignoring laundry.
Brendan and I played golf on Saturday at a place I kept thinking was called Twin Peaks. It wasn't my best game, but it was pretty thrilling to be out playing golf at all. I had one spectacular shot out of knee high poison ivy on to the fairway, and one heart stoppingly perfect putt on the last hole. Really, all you need in golf is one good shot and if you play like me, that's pretty much all you get.
We also did our Sunday Knitting Night at a Newark Bears Game, which was combined with the outdoor beer drinking. Lynn was there, knitting a throw rug on size 50 needles - the perfect carry along project! Christy was making that ball band tea cosy, which was much cuter in person than in the magazine. I'd knit it. I found myself hitting the wall with my fifth sock from the Wendy D Socks from the Toe Up book. Don't get me wrong: the toe up technique has changed my life, and the Magic Loop is still magical. The particular lace pattern I was working on wasn't as euphonious as some of the others. It just wasn't singing to me, so rip rip rip it went.
Okay, well it's true, maybe most people don't think of King of Comedy as a knitting movie. I know I never did until last night.
I spent a whole lot of time this morning looking to see what other movie critics have noticed just how much knitting there is in this movie. I am the first!
In the knitting scene - possibly the pivotal part of the movie! - Masha and Rupert have kidnapped Jerry, and Masha has Jerry trying on a red, v-necked stockinette sweater that she knitted for him. And in Sandra Bernhard's character's face you could see the total bliss of knitting: she loves the knitting. She loves the person that's getting the knitting. She loves that the sleeves are the right length without the benefit of measuring. She loves the stockinette stitch. It's the magical moment of knitting.
I loved how the v-neck was so perfect.
And the moral of this story? Inside every fanatic, there is a knitter. And vice-versa.
I am not quite sure what sun worshipping, nature loving things I would have done this weekend if it wasn't raining. If the sun was shining this weekend I would have been occupied with watching golf and knitting - which is what I did anyway. I knitted a great deal, in fact, but have no photos to show because it was too wet to take the knitting outside for pictures.
"When life rains on your knitting, cast on with acrylic" - a famous philosopher
Well, it looks like another sneaker soaking, hair frizzing rainy day. Once I get done with the unexpected and Herculean tasks set before me this Saturday morning, I will be joining the Hoboken knitters either at Pier A park (unlikely) or the local weak coffee/free wifi auditorium. If you're in town, stop by!
Forces of nature thwarted me at every turn this weekend, but I did go to the smallest and tidiest garden store ever, on the rooftop parking lot of the Home Depot by the Holland Tunnel:
It was very tidy and maybe the size of my city backyard. I thought the plants were fake at first, since there was no extra dirt anywhere. There were two other customers, a man and a woman couple. The man stopped me and said me he had been there for two hours while his wife shopped for plants. I thought hmm, he'd better not go with me to a yarn store.
As you good Victorian scholars know, Charles Dickens died 138 years ago today. He was 58 when he died of a combination of too many public appearances and parties, stepping out on the mother of his ten children, and writers block. And while I object to Dickens' place in history as the the most important of Victorian novelists for many reasons (all of which I will list for you in great detail if you send me a self addressed stamped envelope) he did create the greatest and most evil knitter of all times, Madame Defarge.
Everybody has heard of Madame Defarge, but did you know what she was knitting? She was knitting the names of her enemies into a hit list, which makes her an artist wayyyyy ahead of her time.
I really am a fast knitter, but I astounded myself by completing the toe up socks cast on Sunday afternoon. For sock one, I used the Van Dyke pattern (Rav link) but for sock two, I am going to use the Labyrinth pattern (Rav link). I want to try so many of the patterns in this book but I don't want to wait for a whole other pair of socks for a new pattern. I know the universe craves the symmetry of matching socks, but everyone can benefit from a little asymmetrical chaos in her day.
The reason for this fast finish is a scientific combo of needle style and brand, knitting technique, construction method and fabric, with a healthy dose of perimenopausal insomnia to lube up the process. Here I am, demonstrating the use of the magic loop technique on toe up socks that I cast on using the Turkish method , on HiyaHiya needles:
Knitters! Try this at home! At this rate there will be no cold feet within a 25 mile radius of the Mile Square City and quite possibly I will have used up every inch of my stash sock yarn.