I’m not a fast knitter. I’m a plodder really, though I get the job done in good time. ” Slow and steady wins the race ” I always say. I am going to be travelling to Vancouver BC this coming week, for some days, the event being a 90th birthday party held in honor of my father-in-law, and I want something to knit while I’m there, something mindless, like rib or stocking stitch of something. Something that will keep me calm among the numbers of folk for the time I will be there, something very portable, and lastly, something that can be finished there. So there’s always socks! Everybody wears socks, right? Socks are the gift to beat all gifts, and I am determined to make him a pair. One problem, I only know top down sock knitting (have only knit three pairs) and this is going to be difficult. I must have the tricky business of the heel flap & turn, and gusset decreases, and toe decreases, and intolerable Kitchener stitch out of the way. How can I make this work? After some thought, I’ve come to a conclusion !!! Inside-out sock knitting, my answer to a very complex quandary. Here I am, on Monday, just into the gusset decreases. I’m confident that by my departure on Thursday morning, I will be through with the whole foot, and when I am a midst the crowd , I can take out my ‘very important knitting ‘ and just smile and knit a simple rib while I stay engaged with the company of others, until it’s time to top it off with a big red stripe ! I am prepared for this trip with the perfect plan. Here are the socks in progress …
Well, it’s a beautiful morning up here on the mountain, the birds in full chorus, the sun high in blue sky already, but with a cool breeze, and I’m off for a good knit-walk to rattle off some rows on these socks !
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Meanwhile, I’ve got a new John and I just recorded . . .
Recording at John’s is always a gamble of the natural forces of total chaos at work. If it’s not the phone and fridge, that we *finally* learned to turn off before we start recording, it’s the other things which happen ; the planes which fly overhead, the well pump which runs intermittently, garbage trucks, the chainsaws, the neighbors’ barking dogs, and not to forget to mention the chaos which is Badger , the Jack Russel terrier , who’s shaking and jumping on things and woofing has put the stop on things from time to time. Oh, then there’s mic cables which seem to suddenly not work, (right, a whole recording without the sound of guitar). Way too often John’s hand goes numb on him, totally unasked for. Get this, today there was a momentary power-out mid recording , and when it came back on, a chain reaction of blips and beeps of all electronics restarting in the universe. Well, suffice to say, this morning’s recording of this brand new tune was quite the accomplishment ! We decided to call the tune which seemed ‘a little ragtimey’ and ‘a little gypsy’, “Ragtime Gypsy” ! Enjoy the wee baby of a tune, not 3 days old !