Purls before twine
April 27, 2008Before driving down to DC this week, I had started knitting a baby blanket for an expectant Mom in my church choir. It was a triple strand event and I noticed as I kept going that the texture and weight were remarkably like a jute doormat. Visions of traumatized infants danced in my head (you try wrapping a baby in a doormat. On second thought, don’t). So, with the Devils playing Vancouver on the West Coast (10 p.m. start, perfect for hockey fan insomniacs), I started ripping out the evil garment. The deconstruction lasted longer than the game, which ended 5-0 against the Devils. By the time the ripping and the pelting of Brodeur has finished, I had sore hands and was too agitated to fall asleep immediately.
Our moral here: bad knitting and bad hockey are a nearly lethal mix. Good news, the Devils beat Edmonton, which is fabulous.
Now I’m in DC juggling friends and family and enjoying my stay at a nearly empty hotel and feeling a bit like Eloise. Off to see Linda and her family. We’ve been friends since high school.
