Back when I posted the Jury Duty Mitts (the Cabled Mitts from Crochet Today), I got an email from my grandmother, who my cousins and I call Nanny, asking if I could make her a pair of fingerless mitts, because her hands are often cold. She saw the post (yes! my savvy 80-something-year-old grandmother follows my blog) and realized how perfect something like that would be for her. I had no intended recipient for the mitts, so I said I’d mail her one of those pairs.
But, like a bad granddaughter, I never got around to it. And every time I picked them up, the scratchiness of that wool turned me off. I couldn’t mail those to her! So this weekend I finally took the time to make her something worth having.
I slept for twelve hours last night, but I think I’ve now recovered from my first full workweek at the new job, and the adventure that was Rhinebeck yesterday! Holly, Tania, and I drove up for the day on Saturday and got to pet a lot of yarn, almost get run over by a llama, say hi to a ton of old friends (some for the first time!), take in the fall foliage, and even sample some tasty noms.
My friend and fellow blogger Brett Bara is the new spokeswoman for the Land’s End Feel Good campaign, a pretty cool program to help out those less fortunate. She needs support from fellow knitters—and if you’re in the New York City area, you could get on TV for your efforts! It will mean getting up pretty early tomorrow, though.
I spent this past Friday holed up in large uncomfortable rooms performing my civic responsibility: I was at jury duty! Lucky me, I did not get chosen for a jury, but the day was not a total waste—I used it to make not one, but two, pairs of fingerless mitts!
This past weekend was opening weekend for the NFL, and for the first time in months I found myself drawn to the couch, yarn in hand. This summer was just too hot, too muggy, and too busy to want to do any knitting/crocheting at all. But there’s just something about the sound of helmets crashing on helmets and those random shouts of the count that make me feel like picking up yarn again. The weather even cooperated—Sunday was cool and rainy, the perfect weather for staying on the couch. Plus, my Eagles (and my Redskins—yes, I can divide my loyalty between two teams in the same division, much to my boyfriend’s indignance) were playing, so I had a reason to keep an eye on the TV.