Chelsea Market Hat
This week, I finished another hat.
Except for l'affaire des mains bleu, which can be easily resolved, it was an easy, breezy, beautiful knit, and just the thing I need to awaken my sleepy mojo, and I'm placing it in my arsenal of "go to" hats for gift giving. The designer, Caryl Pierre, has some other cool patterns that I need to check out as well.
Just in Time
I don't check my mailbox (physical, snail mail, USPS) as often as I should, so Ididn't find out about my friend's baby shower until it was about a week away. I wanted to knit her a cute hat and socks, but I was pressed for time and baby socks and hat, even though they are small, will take a bit of time with sock yarn and small needles.
While stash diving, I dove up with this.
I brought this in 2007 to make a sweater for a co-worker's grandson, but because I had already made two of these sweaters recently, I didn't want to make a third so soon, so I made him something else.
That grandchild should be in by kindergarden now.
Anyway, I pulled out the yarn, wound it and started the sweater Wednesday afternoon, picked it up again the next day, and worked on it late into the night on Thursday and Friday, and finally got it done Saturday morning.
It made it to the shower on time. Hope she likes it.
I want to make at least another one soon.
Fingers of Love
Anyone who has read this blog over any reasonable period of time knows of my obession with Neil Finn. In our balkanized, deeply stratified and divided society, it may occur to some why a middle aged, Southern, American black woman would have such a pechant for the musical sytlings of a middle aged white guy from New Zealand of all places.
I could drone on about the humanity in all of us and reaching out beyond race, class, tribe and nationality and so on...
But eff all that. His video features knitting. (At the10 second mark)
Take it away, Muse.
Color is its own reward/The chiming of a perfect chord/Let's go jumping overboard/Into waves of joy and clarity/Your hands come out to rescue me...
And his videos kept me going as I fought sleep watching my fingers, needles and yarn create the baby sweater. I thought about knitting, the colors, the planning, the process, the bragging, the giving to others.
Then the revelation fell upon me.
I have fingers of love.
And I can't look up/Fingers of love move down/And I won't be hit/Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet/For you to find me/And all I want/Fingers of love move down
Fingers of love knit all around.
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