Miss Olive starts Tween Camp tomorrow. Yesterday we went to Target and she picked out her own camp backpack:
You'll notice the absence of cartoon princesses, and vapid white kittens with fixed gazes. That's because we are sooo past all that now that we are Tweens.
Olive will go horseback riding at this camp. It is good I won't be there to see it, as I would no doubt transfer my terror of horses to her. I have an instinctual fear of any animal who is not killing me for the sole reason that it chooses not to. Pammy and Joan could become angry with me -- very angry -- and a mild irritation around my ankles would be my only punishment. Olive, however, fears nothing except for the high-pitched frequency that only she can hear, emitted by our local PBS affiliate.
The writing has been near-non-existent, but the knitting is coming along nicely. Most of my projects have been for this person:
Now I'm knitting an Andersonville dress. I found a picture of a sweater online...
This feels every so slightly like knitting plagiarism, but I'm guessing the girls and boys holding hands motif has been around for at least a hundred years. When I'm done with the dress, I'll duplicate-stitch a vertical yellow band near the bottom, to emulate the Swedish cross you see on Andersonville's water tower.
Perhaps after Andersonville, I'll immortalize Ravenswood, with Blagojevich's face knit onto the front of the bodice in intarsia. Or not.
Speaking of presents, I got one in the mail the other day!
Misty is my eldest niece and Hen's eldest daughter. Do not fault yourself if you're a little confused at this point: it's complicated. It's so complicated it's Perlman. We'll just say that in comparison to Hen, my life looks like I paced myself and played it safe.
How did you know, Misty, that I needed alpaca desperately, in these exact colors and amounts, to knit another scarf for Sabina (for when the Norwegian one is drying out over a radiator)? And that I have been on an LB-imposed yarn diet and had become yarn-hungry to the point of irritability?
Psychic Perlman Connection is the only possible explanation.