This is a banner day at Knitters-Knitters because for the first time in a long time, I have a completed knitted object to show. Yes, that case of the blue devils was so bad that I didn't even knit. I feel this item shows some of the knitter's rustiness, but it is done. Complete. La commedia e finita. Shave and a haircut, two bits!
This scarf was modeled after a scarf Sabina already owned, purchased someplace like the Gap. When I brought it out of the coat closet for inspiration, Joan Holloway immediately pounced upon it, recognizing the smell of her eldest sister.
I was so fascinated by the idea of knitting a scarf longitudinally that I broke yarn at the end of every row and then started back at the beginning, so that I never had to purl. I could have knit the scarf in the round and cut and steeked, but for some reason it felt important to do it this way, resulting in many yarn ends to weave in.
After the front was complete, I picked up stitches along the short side and knit, in stockinette, a lining of cream-colored alpaca. That lining took forever, give or take a few weeks, to complete. Without seasons 1, 2 and 3 of Scandal, I never could have forced myself to finish.
It has been so long since I knit the front of the scarf that I do not remember what yarn I used -- only that it was not Noro and that it came in cute little balls that looked like compact haystacks. I think it is Shetland, or something Shetland-like. It is not a soft yarn and you wouldn't want it on your skin with no buffer.
When I was working on the project, I texted Sabina the picture of Joan in her Gap scarf and said my project was based on it, but it would be a warmer and softer version. Then I added, "You and your Friend can wear them together and be matchers-matchers."
She read my text aloud to her Friend with a capital eff and he said, "That's so sweet! Did your mom really write matchers-matchers?" This amused me, since the double-speak has been in effect Since Sabina was this big:
Should they advance to the reading-of-each-other's-mother's-blogs phase of the relationship, he will quickly learn that in the words of the immortal Flip Wilson/Geraldine, What you see is what you get! Other than the occasional long silence usually brought about by my own depression or a particularly bad behavioral spell on Olive's part (these two tend to coincide) I am exactly as you see here.
Okay, I photoshop the crinkles from under my eyes. When I look in the mirror I do not see them and I am always shocked to see dark circles or wrinkles or often both in photos. Since I don't notice them in the mirror, I figure it's legitimate not to put them on my blog. I am sure you agree.
My kids, those who let me speak of them, are as I describe them. The nice thing about having boys is that they are much less concerned with having their pictures on my blog. Here's Mr. Anatole on Halloween. Yes, that is my wedding dress.
Here Anatole is posing with one of the contenders for his cooking class final project: confetti spaghetti. It involves Alfredo sauce and green, red and yellow peppers and is delicious. KmKat, you'll notice the wall of potholders next to my sink!
On Saturday Anatole made from-scratch macaroni and cheese, but I did not get to it in time to take an unblemished photo. I think this dish has been my favorite of his pasta creations. I really like the crispy topping.
And LB? I see us on the high end of the harmonious scale, inasmuch as one can rank one's own marriage when you really don't know what goes on it other people's marriages.
But we have our squabbles like anyone else. Case in point: last week I was looking for one of the cassette tapes my mom made for me that I've been transcribing (one is missing, but I have bought a hand-held dictaphone so that Mom can fill in as much as she remembers from tape 3/4). I didn't find the tape, but I found absolutely everything else.
I found a cassette my dad made in 1994, of him singing songs children's songs for Sabina. "Children's Songs" may be a stretch, since any song containing the line A gentleman dapper stepped out of the crapper was probably never intended for children. Also, Brother, Can You Spare a Dime? is a beautiful, poignant song with special meaning for labor economists and members of the Greatest Generation. But I don't think Yip Harburg intended it for the preschool set.
I also found a stack of love letters -- both to LB and from LB. During the four years when we corresponded but were seeing and/or married to other people, there was a lot of me exclaiming Never write or call me again! Once, on a postcard, I added the unflattering monikers Cad and Bounder. Invariably, these exclamations were followed (usually four to six months later) by a letter or phone call from LB... which I never refused in the manner I had told myself I would.
I've removed a few sentences from the first paragraph, because they were not about me affect another person's privacy.
Emotional moments like happening on love letters you haven't seen in at least fifteen years can lead to heightened emotion of all parties involved. One can end up in an evening of passionate romance, or passionate arguing. We chose the latter.
The next day I received this note:
The best part about being married over 20 years is that you know how to completely disarm the other person, when necessary.