Threatened Knitting
Courtesy of fellow Pittsblogger Dullroar, who got it from his sister (who sells yarn in Philadelphia), is this striking Elvis wig. I offered to knit it for a dear friend, but she says that if it shows up in her mailbox she'll take it to mean that I'm ending the friendship. Forever.
Damn.
She doesn't want that knitted English Breakfast outfit, either.
Damn.
Oh, well.
In the realms of Real Knitting (as opposed to Threatened Knitting, which I never actually do), I've been attempting to work on the "Queen Anne's Lace" pullover. It's not hard; it's just fair isle. It's pretty.
But I do, alas, get bored with it. So I work on the "Margaret Tudor" for a break.
And really bad news -- I've started pulling old half finished cross stitch pieces out. This is good for the cross stitch, but bad for the knitting.
Just antsy, I think. It's spring. I'd like to start about four more projects. But I'd also like to get about six done. These things are not compatible.
(This is not about Guilt, by the way. I have no Guilt about my knitting projects, unless it's when I spend too much money on the yarn. Nobody but me cares whether or not I get these things done. If I die with 94 things half finished, and that's the most dreadful thing I've done, then, really, things will be going pretty well. This is about Pragmatics. I enjoy finishing things up. They're much more useful when they're done.)
In retrospect, I can see that I'm lucky that my best buddies don't really want knitted Elvis wigs and knitted English breakfasts. Cause if they did, I'd cast on right quick. And then I'd be sorry.
Though not, of course, as sorry as some others I know.
(Sam! Check out the Elvis wig! Think ya can use it?)
Damn.
She doesn't want that knitted English Breakfast outfit, either.
Damn.
Oh, well.
In the realms of Real Knitting (as opposed to Threatened Knitting, which I never actually do), I've been attempting to work on the "Queen Anne's Lace" pullover. It's not hard; it's just fair isle. It's pretty.
But I do, alas, get bored with it. So I work on the "Margaret Tudor" for a break.
And really bad news -- I've started pulling old half finished cross stitch pieces out. This is good for the cross stitch, but bad for the knitting.
Just antsy, I think. It's spring. I'd like to start about four more projects. But I'd also like to get about six done. These things are not compatible.
(This is not about Guilt, by the way. I have no Guilt about my knitting projects, unless it's when I spend too much money on the yarn. Nobody but me cares whether or not I get these things done. If I die with 94 things half finished, and that's the most dreadful thing I've done, then, really, things will be going pretty well. This is about Pragmatics. I enjoy finishing things up. They're much more useful when they're done.)
In retrospect, I can see that I'm lucky that my best buddies don't really want knitted Elvis wigs and knitted English breakfasts. Cause if they did, I'd cast on right quick. And then I'd be sorry.
Though not, of course, as sorry as some others I know.
(Sam! Check out the Elvis wig! Think ya can use it?)
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