Posts Tagged ‘hockey’

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The Devils and the details

April 23, 2009

It’s possible to knit manically once you’re onto something. The Negress had picked on a pattern called  “Amelia” from the spring 2008 edition of the online magazine Knitty. The item is a seamless cardigan and it’s knitted together with the sleeves being joined to the body raglan style. The yarn in question? Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk Aran. Much of this has been worked during the end of hockey season and the first round of the playoffs. The Devils have been playing in bipolar fashion, crazy with energy and forechecking one minute, lazily moving up and down the ice with no purpose the next. Through it all we knit.

But then, after a last second loss to the Hurricanes that tied the series at 2-2, we looked down at the sweater and realized something was very, very wrong. The simple explanation: I would have to reattach one of my arms to the middle of my back to wear it. One misplaced marker resulted in one misshapen garment. So, while various iterations of HGTV and “Law and Order” played in the background, the ripping commenced. The sleeves were detached, the markers were placed after triple checking the counting. This time we started the raglan shaping as soon as the sleeves were attached.

This relates to the Devils because they lost the game with .2 seconds left on a goal that got by Martin Brodeur, who was interfered with but also had no defenders around. He smacked his stick against the boards angrily. The Negress felt his frustration too. A pile of squiggly yarn, sore teeth and much use of crochet hook to fetch dropped stitches? I was so there.

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Purls before twine

April 27, 2008

Before 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.