I have several works in progress right now. The first is for a baby-on-the-way, on the California Sullivan side of the family. It's the log cabin blanket pattern from the Mason-Dixon book, except I'm a lefty so I'm making each rotation counter-clockwise. The yarn is Rowan Kidsilk Haze.
I would love to make this all in shades of rose, but since these parents are the kind who like for the Ultrasonographer to have more information than they do to be surprised in the delivery room, I'm going with an all-over Waldorfian color scheme. I like the idea of a blanket that is extremely lightweight, and that sticks to itself easily when wrapped around the baby.
A little birdie told me this baby's mother is not so good at remembering to handwash, but the only way I'm going to knit with superwash is if God sends me a postcard with explicit instructions saying this is what I must do. Otherwise, I consider such an act a sin against nature. This blankey is a good compromise: the period when a baby likes to be swaddled is very brief. There is a good chance that the blankey will not need washing at all before baby has outgrown it.
I'm also working on a simple entrelac shawl, from Scarf Knitting. There are fewer things more soothing than entrelac with Noro. I lovelovelove picking up stitches (if you don't, then I imagine entrelac would be torture). It may seem late in the winter to knit such a shawl, but the recipient lives Up North where winter lasts a long, long time. She is a person who sees a sunrise in everything -- and in a genuine way, not in the artificial, scolding manner that usually makes me want to slap a person.
Here and there I sneak in some work on The Dachshund. At first I lamented that needlepoint was just needlepoint and that there was no way to be bad or good at it since every stitch is the same, but now I can quite clearly see that my work shouts Beginner! The tension of the stitches is visibly inconsistent. My concerns over lack of room for improvement prove embarrassingly groundless.
On Sunday LB and I went to the annual Keshet banquet. We nearly froze taking this selfie, but the cold weather shrinks pores, reduces puffiness and generally makes you look AWAKE. I like this picture of the two of us.
I believe I've told you that when the lease on the Lewie-mobile expired, LB and I decided to buy it. Now we must finally get new plates, and since there are many Lewie's in the Chicago area, we'd have to be Lewie37. This does not appeal to me. Right now I'm vascilating between PIXNLB or SPKTQLO for a vanity plate. Feel free to weigh in. PIXNLB would require much less explanation, but maybe it's too mushy. If by any chance you are reading this and the second option is unfamiliar to you, then type Spectaculo in the Knitters-Knitters search engine.
Pammy is still on her antibiotics, but is feeling much better. She's back to playing with Olive (for a few days, she'd just growl and go to her puppy house whenever Olive wanted to play). When Clover was alive, she would give Pammy a thorough face-washing every day. Pammy doesn't do this for Joan, but throughout the day they will briefly touch noses like this:
I like to imagine they're thinking, "We bicker over who gets the most attention from the humans all day long, but we never forget we're the canines: united in our superiority."