Thursday, August 24, 2006


Ah the road trip. We took one so far this summer in which I spent 12 hours hand beading the ruffles on a blouse I bought from Gap so we could look fashionable at the Team Clermont prom. Alas, we did not win prom king or queen. Defeated, on the way home I knit the better part of Branching Out, which like many other things, I have yet to actually complete.
Car trips are good for easy knitting. Scarves and hats, maybe a handbag, something mindless and fun. Tomorrow Mother and I trek down to North Carolina. I was going to bring some yarn and start the Somewhat Cowl, which I am quite excited to begin, but I've decided the better of it. Perhaps, I am afraid to begin it in a foreign land without my instruction books handy. I think this is most likely the case. I want to begin in the comfort of my own home where I can run upstairs and watch a video on increases, and listen to the travels of Rick Steves in the background.
So to the beach we will bring scarves, that other legwarmer that refuses to be knit, perhaps a handbag. Simple things, that will not invoke fear.
The only fear now is what do I do if I finish everything before we get home?

Monday, August 14, 2006


My name is Stephanie. I like to knit. I also like to crochet, but having spent a childhood, actually a lifetime thus far since she still does it, swaddled in the many crocheted blankets created by my grandmother almost exclusively in Red Heart Super Saver, though perhaps some Caron Simply Soft or One-Pouder every now and then for spice, crochet has picken up the kind of stigma where I find it delightful, just not as practical. Perhaps, that's the point. It's not supossed to be practical. It is frivolous, then again, so are a pair of knitted cashmere wristwarmers.
Anyway, since grandma still churns out quite a few afghans each winter, I have nominated myself the family knitter, and sealed my throne by knitting everyone a scarf for christmas last year, many out of Cascade 220. I still have a lot of Cascade 220. I bought entirely too much, so this holiday season even more people will enjoy the knitted warmth of this wool that never seems to run out. I'm also the only on who knits. Great-Grandma, that crafty and thrifty Lithuanian soul, tried to teach grandma how to knit, but she just couldn't get her stitches right. Sometimes, neither can I.