Thursday, March 20, 2014

Plain

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There are two kinds of projects around here—stuff I want to make, and stuff I want to wear.  Sometimes they are the same, but sometimes not, and this one is fully the latter, which surprises me, because it is nothing but a big rectangle of knitting, in stockinette stitch, with no more than a “slip one” at the beginning of each row to keep me awake, and normally I love that kind of thing, but this rectangle; this thing is the most supreme plainness.   This project is the epitome of plain.  I am dying to throw in a bunch of stripes or something, or twee up the edging just so I know I’m alive, but in the end a hand goes up to stop me, because I really want to wear this, and I really want the plain one.  It is tedious, though.  As I work, I can see nothing whatsoever happening.  I am relying on the yarn, beautiful Chickadee from Quince and Co, in “Frost”, to soothe the tremendous ennui, and it does a little, because it is that great.  It is so soft, you could persuade me it was cotton.  Swoon.

In other news, the buds on the orchid are SO fat.  I feel like I’m holding my breath.  Also, Grandma’s birthday is upon us, and she (of the perfect triangle points) is 97 years old.  Her secret to a long and happy life is to eat your vegetables, tend a flower garden, make art, treasure your children, and find someone to love.  She still flirts.  Rock on, Grandma.  I love you a whole bunch.