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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Monday, March 02, 2009

Mumble Mumble Rassenfrassen



@Firstborn: I didn’t say it was a real tree. I said it wasn’t the ficus. I did remember to take the two tabletop trees off the sofa table and put them inside the studio.

Stake conference was wonderful, and not merely because I got one of the soft seats. A few years ago, the church began holding some of our semi-annual stake conferences via videocast. Something like 50 stakes and districts in Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico all had stake conference yesterday. The keynote speaker, as it were, was President Uchtdorf of the First Presidency.

Love that man. He has a gift for saying things I need to hear, about stuff I need to work on, in the kindest and most gently humorous way. I come home thinking “Oh yeah, I can do that, and this probably ought to be the first step,” instead of “I am a worthless excuse for a human being; just shoot me now.”

Much, much progress on the entrelac sock. I was about an inch past the gusset decreases when stake conference was over. Before I took my nap, I tried the sock on. Or rather, I tried to try the sock on. I could just barely work it up over my heel, and in doing so I discovered a stitch that I had dropped while knitting in the semi-darkness at the stake center during the broadcast. So I frogged back and picked up those stitches. It’s farther along than you see here; I just wanted to show you how pretty it is. Was? What looks like blue in this picture is more of a smoky plum, verging on charcoal.



Which brings me to a decision point. Do I frog it back entirely and cast on again with more stitches? Do I see if it fits one of my girls and get a running start on this year’s handmade gifts? Do I frog it back to where the entrelac portion stopped, add several more inches of entrelac, and repurpose it as fingerless gloves?

To paraphrase from the fifth chapter of Jacob, it grieveth me to lose this sock. I may be spending part of the coming week emulating the prince’s servant and having the three most accessible princesses try on the sock [the fourth accessible princess is, sadly, allergic to wool] to see if one of them is the princess it met at the ball.

If it turns out that I was knitting somebody else’s sock when I thought I was knitting my own, I will just have to make another foray to The Shabby Sheep next payday. Speaking of which, oh look! yarn!



On the left is LumpyBumpy Yarn by Charlene in Pansy. In the middle is Noro Silk Garden Sock, color S8. On the right is Colinette Jitterbug in Mist.

I shall console myself by picking up BestFriend’s sock and working on it for awhile.

2 comments:

Jenni said...

So much purple in your yarn stash. I love these lovely colors.

Do you find it at all strange that most conversation we have these days is via the comment section of your blog?

Sherry said...

I really love Elder Uchtdorf, too. He is so kind and so encouraging. Plus, he has a delightful sense of humor. I always look forward to hearing or reading his words. I thought the conference was excellent, too. Plus, I got released as Stake Library director, a calling I was not very good at. I regret that, but I never was really able to do the job well. It's one of those "do it whenever" kinds of jobs, and whenever never seems to come. I'm much, much better at jobs where you have to be at a certain place at a certain time. I just don't seem to have the self discipline for the other kind......