May 12, 2005
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Alison, the designer of the T-shirt, left me an encouraging comment suggesting that I redo the neckline. She found that very careful picking up of stitches was required, and recommended a reference work. Deb from the Tshirtalong picked her stiches up and knitted the neckband, then turned it inside out and sewed it on the outside, which seems to have worked well. And Wendy not long ago picked up the stitches in the main color and then switched to the contrast color for a tidier edge on a different design. Any of these approaches might work. So I have planned to spend tomorrow evening redoing the neckband, possibly in several different ways, until I get it right.
Anyone who is planning a Friday evening at the symphony, or going out dancing, or some other more exciting thing than staying in knitting, has my permission to feel sorry for me. I do not, however, feel sorry for myself. LikeWowMom has alerted me to the presence of canals in Ohio, thus providing new inspiration for my family history studies, the beans are up in my garden and the strawberries are ripe, and last night's choir practice showed unmistakable signs of incipient choir-like-ness. All these things make me happy.
This evening will be spent in giving #1 son driving lessons. My husband has been doing it so far, since I have been out every evening this week, but #1 son claims that he feels nervous when driving with his dad. Something about maniacal laughter....
Comments (4)
I guess I'd better get off the Knitalong. I have completely blown it off, flake that I am.
You are welcome about the canal info. How exciting!
I'm not very far along in the book, but here's the synopsis: Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Tony Horwitz returned from years of traipsing through war zones as a foreign correspondent only to find that his childhood obsession with the Civil War had caught up with him. Near his house in Virginia, he happened to encounter people who reenact the Civil War--men who dress up in period costumes and live as Johnny Rebs and Billy Yanks. Intrigued, he wound up having some odd adventures with the "hardcores," the fellows who try to immerse themselves in the war, hoping to get what they lovingly term a "period rush." Horwitz spent two years reporting on why Americans are still so obsessed with the war, and the ways in which it resonates today.
Uncskainch recommended it to me.
Yes. Manical laughter. Pushing your foot onto the gas via the knee. Grabbing your steering wheel. Et cetera! Et cetera! Et cetera!
This is all true.
Good luck with the neckline. Your tshirt is so lovely, I hope it turns out right.
What's wrong with redoing a neckband on a Friday night? I'm going to spend my Friday night like I spend every other Friday night: dinner at Dan's, followed by knitting while watching Law & Order. People say I make a lousy 21-year-old.
My sympathies to your son. My mom's driving lessons were a disaster. I still can't drive.
I remember getting driving lessons and the instructor was INSANELY scary! O_O She was like a dragon-lady who would bite my head off for insignificant things. She scared me so much we nearly got into a scrape! People like her should not be teaching others how to drive! Keep it copasetic. Peace.
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