Creating Text(iles)

Way too many books. Way, WAY too much yarn.

Name:Anne
Location:Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States

Monday, December 13, 2004

Knitting Project! In Time for Christmas!

Those of you who are both knitters and observing the gift-giving holiday that will soon be upon us are panicking right now, aren't ya?

Cause those socks you planned for your sister are taking too long to make, and the "Mirror and Mosaic" scarf you were making for your mom is a pain in the butt, and you made a mistake about four rows back and you can't frog it to save your life cause the sequins get in the way, and you were about 3/4 of the way along on a sweater for your brother but you ran out of yarn, and it's been discontinued, cause you just WOULD knit it in that nice Starmore "Scottish Heather" you found in the back of the closet, even though you knew you might be short of yardage, and

what with one thing and another, there's no time to make those special, meaningful presents for your loved ones, projects which will show off not only your deep and abiding love for them, but also the fact that they will never, in a million years, find somebody else to knit them such meaningful and special objects.

Fear not, knitters! Do not despair! Boing Boing has posted a link to a lovely, special, meaningful, KNITTED RADIATOR! Which works. Indeed, each row can be heated differently.

LOOK at the gauge on that thing! That has GOT to be about one stitch to the foot! One evening, tops, I figure, even if you're having to spend some of your time drying your eyes during "Christmas Carol."

And just think. Does anybody you know have one of these? I think not.

And! You'll know every time you go to visit if your special, meaningful present is indeed being used! It should be displayed in the living room, doncha think? It goes to the garage, I say hire a relationship mediator.

Sigh.

If only I'd gotten my advanced degree in Constructed Textiles I could have been inventing this sort of thing, rather than messing around with all those dead languages and that bad Elizabethan handwriting.

Sad, isn't it, when you look back and see the road you SHOULD have taken....