Tuesday, January 02, 2007


Yep, the tree went out on the curb yesterday. Everything else came down and was packed away except our outside lights, 'cause I kind of like them. (I wouldn't object if it became socially acceptable to keep them up all year round.)

Don't get me wrong - I love the holidays, every gaudy, garish, corny, overly-commercialized bit of them. But the second that Christmas is over, I want to move on. I love New Year's. I love the idea of a fresh start, a brand-spanking new year. I love the new beginnings and the resolutions and the beautiful optimism of it all.

If I had my act together, I guess I'd start some gorgeous complicated knitting project on New Year's Day, but it's honestly never occurred to me. I suppose I could make knitting resolutions too (learn a new technique, finish a languishing project), but I've never done that either. All that sort of takes care of itself during the year. I'd resolve to to use up more of my stash, instead of buying new yarn for each project I take on, but I've been heading in that direction for a couple of years now anyway.

So here's an update on what I've been working on:

Cap Shawl (be still my heart - o how I love this pattern, this yarn, this everything!):

Unfortunately, an uncompleted circular shawl just looks like a crazy lacy bag when it's still on the needles. I think this is why I like circular shawls better than triangle ones. The payoff when you bind off is mind-boggling. With triangle ones, you can sort of mock-block as you go along and see how it's going to turn out, but with circular ones you have to wait until you're completely done. Hence the somewhat unsatisfying progress shot.

Tantalizing close up:

Comfy socks for Matthew, in Encore Worsted:

As a veteran of many many socks knit in sockweight yarn, I must say that I LOVE knitting socks in worsted weight. I started this on Sunday at the store, and it would have been done yesterday if I hadn't worked on the shawl so much. I may make Gus a matching pair, for maximum unrelentingly powerful father-son matchy gooey goodness.

Second Knuck (remember these from when my friend Lisa visited?) nearly done:

Now if the temperature would just drop below 55 degrees, maybe me and mine could wear some of our ding-dang knitwear that I've knit with love and care, dammit!!


Blogger CurlyGirl said...

Your tree photo reminds me of something I heard on SNL many years ago. I seem to remember it being a little longer than what I found below, but this'll have to do:

by A. Whitney Brown, from the chapter The environment, or the tale of the old tar:

I cut down my own Christmas tree every year, but I stalk it for a few hours first. I bagged a seventy-eight pointer last season. I surprised him in a clearing. He was just standing there, growing and throwing off oxygen like there was no tomorrow, dreaming his evergreen dreams. Oh, he was cunning. He thought he'd be safe there in front of the courthouse.

But when I got him home, he was still alive. I should have put him out of his misery, but 'twas the season to be jolly. So I put him in water to make sure he didn't die too quickly. Then I drilled thumbscrews into his little trunk and dressed him up with humiliating balls and stringed tin junk.

The whole family piled presents at his feet, and, just for a tease, we led him to believe they were his. While the rest of us celebrated the coming of the Prince of peace and the spirit of goodwill to all mankind, he withered and died in my living room.

At last he surrendered his essence into the air he helped create, leaving the sweet scent of his corpse as one las gift to the lumbering race. Finally, I ditched him in my neighbor's yard

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Blogger diana said...


7:01 AM  
Blogger Cat said...

....and to all a GOOD NIGHT.

9:54 AM  

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