There once was a girl from New York,
Whose husband thought she was a dork.
She’d knit without fail
In the snow, sleet and hail,
But come summer, cast off needlework.
OK, SO I’M NOT MUCH OF A POET. Or a limericist. But you get the idea. I absolutely, cannot, CANNOT knit when the weather’s warm. (Though I did once finish a shawl on vacation in Hawaii. But that was when I lived in Los Angeles, and if I wanted to knit, I couldn’t let hot weather stand in my way. Another life, another time.)
Now, come summer, I drop my needles like they’re radioactive, and, apparently, plant a vegetable garden instead. But this summer, right around the time my tomatoes would have been delicious had they not all been killed by the dread late blight, the air turned a touch cool, and I got the urge. Bad.
I dug out the shawl I was supposed to knit, oh, back in March. I’ve got 10 whole rows, which means that by sometime in 2011, I should have something to wear. But in the meantime, I’m loving all the cabling and counting and wasting time enjoying myself over at our Sister Project group on Ravelry. Join us there, if you haven’t already. If you’re new to knitting with the sisters, make sure to visit our roundup of all our writing about knitting. And in the meantime, tell us what you’re up to now that a threat of hint of fall is in the air…
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Oh, that hint of fall really does bring up the urge to knit! My mother is sending me the knitting needles I left there – and I just realized the other day that it has been maybe too long since I’ve done anything with them. Time to start at the beginning again…
When I was in middle school, I remember my mother finishing (or doing the entire thing, rather) any sewing project we were assigned. I loathed it.
Now, I long to be able to sew and admire all the women I see around me knitting. I swear some day, I will stretch my wings and learn. Maybe this year. I still have a few months.
The last thing I really knit was Elizabeth Zimmerman’s baby blanket for Tallulah when I was pregnant in 2003… I thought I’s just be churning out sweaters for the kids, but the evenings are always so busy…
Have felt the bug though lately… maybe a fisherman’s guernsey for Viggo…
I managed to knit all summer long, though it was definitely in fits and starts. But now that it’s September, I’m in full swing. Right now I’m working on Single Skein September projects – T has a new scarf, Z a new pair of mittens & I’m halfway through T’s mittens. Not sure what to cast on next — I’m swatching for some lovely colorwork hats, but I’m feeling the need for something fairly mindless to balance my crazy work schedule!