February 13, 2006.
I have about 1/2 inch knitted on my Snow Sky sweater for the Sweaters from Camp Knitalong. It's such a small guage, I can hardly count my stitches per inch -- and I'm working in a deep charcoal gray, which makes it even harder to see. But I know already that this is going to be a lovely sweater, an heirloom sweater, a sweater I can wear for a long time to come...but maybe not til next winter, at the rate the knitting is going!
At the same time I have a yoke sweater on the needles for my stepdaughter, Hanah. It's worsted weight wool on #7 needles, in a kind of irridescent violet, orange juice, and fire engine red. Hanah's choices for colors...she is a vibrant just-turned-10 year old girl whose preferences for dress sometimes make me think of Pippi Longstocking. I can see this sweater on her already; somehow it works, it's very cute so far. I put a border of hearts around the hem. Now it will be violet up to the yoke and then a larger pattern of hearts at the top. I like it, as long as it's not right next to Snow Sky. It looks positively lumpish next to Snow Sky.
Work is yucky and upsetting for the most part, and all I want to do is knit. I went outside on my lunch break. It was a good 70 degrees out there and sunny, the famous false spring that lures the Bay Area into shorts and tee shirts for a few days every winter. The apple ranchers are worrying about an early blossom set. Every morning as I drive through the vineyards between Sonoma and Santa Rosa, I survey the vines for signs of budding -- not yet.
The building where I work used to be owned by a dot com company, and they landscaped the outside very nicely, with water features, a sand pit for volleyball, and lots of perfect green grass (funny typo...I initially typed "grace" instead of "grass."). And a couple of buddhas peek up from tall grass gardens, too. I sat out there in the sunshine working on my sweater, listening to a book on the iPod. This is why God made iPods; to facilitate reading while knitting, the ultimate pleasure. Well, almost the ultimate.
How can it be that I am unable to earn a living by sitting in the sun, knitting a sweater, and listening to an audio book? Not fair.