Labors of love

I have everything done on the Rav Games mitts except the thumbs and finish work, but when I sat down to work on them last night, the wool was sticking to my sticky, sweaty fingers and I decided to browse online for new work clothes instead. Every few years, my boredom with my work clothes reaches its zenith and I think back on how frumpy I looked last year and how this year I’d like to look …not… like that, and I embark on a desperate, often fruitless search for clothes that will make that happen. This year has the added fun of a tiny, tiny budget, mostly made up of long-held Christmas money and aluminum can refunds and whatever they’re paying for plasma, plus whatever I think I could possibly knit out of my stash in the next month or so.

If I recall, I spent a lot of Augusts this way in high school, too. On one occasion, a truly unfortunate outfit was the result. It’s best not to be too specific, but I went to high school when Debbie Gibson was popular, if that paints an appropriately horrifying picture for you.

I’ve been holding on to my Caeles yarn for a few months, and since there are no sleeves, perhaps I could maybe do that. I also finally got around to winding another ball of natural Cascade 220 for my baby’s long-neglected Hudsons Bay blanket, because in weather like this, exactly what you want is to have a worsted wool blanket on your lap, yes/yes?

Other doings around here have been unexciting. Summer is winding down. I’m still volunteering at the historical society, but have managed to score a sitting-down job while other people are moving our archives to the new building. I’m hoping to get a look at our textile collections soon. There were several yarn companies in town once. My older boy has been going to municipal day camp for five weeks, and that ends tomorrow. Last night was the show: 101 Dalmatians. I bet you can guess what role he played. It felt like such a quintessentially parental moment that I spent most of it grinning like a fool and taking pictures. He goes back to school in three weeks, and we’re going to try to squeeze in some beach time before then. The baby turns 2 on Sept. 7, so we’ll have a cake on Labor Day weekend for him. I fail at birthdays, for the most part, but at least he’s too young to notice. I wonder if he’d like a nice woolen blanket…

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3 thoughts on “Labors of love

  1. Awww 101 Dalmatians sounds like a great show for camp – that way there’s loads of parts for everyone! Good thing you didn’t have to knit a dalmatian costume, right? 🙂

    • Am I ever! I am so bad at intarsia that I gave my mother all the yarn and patterns from a cow sweater I wanted to make for my older son when he was a baby. I just give up. I swear, I read that pattern six ways to Sunday and couldn’t get the charts to come out right. Now it’d be even too small for the almost-2-year-old, because he is a giant.

      I have had the songs from that show in my head day and night. “Happy dogs are those who eat delicious Kanine Krunchies!” Make it stop.

      • I did intarsia for the westknits mKAL last summer, and that wasn’t too bad, but smaller areas? What a hassle.

        Now imagine doing intarsia while hearing those songs, and you’ve probably discovered a new level of hell… 😉

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