Mom and dad were here this weekend, and mom decided to go with a single button (which others in the knitalong have done, to great success) and very little overlap, though she could have. She picked the button placement, and I sewed it on then and there. It’s now in Maryland with her, no longer my responsibility. Unfortunately, temps are pushing 90 so she will have little to no opportunity to swath herself in wool in the near future. Still, it’s done!
My mom’s been getting all the knitting love lately—last year I made her a ribbon x-back, and in the last few months I’ve knit her two Sunrise Circle Jackets. Dad hasn’t said anything (though he did get a lovely hat right after New Year’s), but I can only imagine that he’s feeling a little left out. But knitting a man-sized sweater takes waay too long. So, since I’ve been in a sock place lately, I went with socks.
Minty and her teammate, who arrived at the Pit Stop last Saturday, are now ready to leave. Teams will head into the most extreme of locales, to perform the most extreme feats. Teams are given $2 in quarters. (“Count the money!”)
Minty knows what’s coming as she rounds the corner. “Oh my god. No, it’s not . . . You’re kidding me! They can’t be serious.”
On Saturday, Minty and her teammate rounded the corner and approached the mat, where Phil was standing by along with a local (Ben Franklin? Some other colonial person?) waiting to welcome them in.
Yesterday was Worldwide Knit in Public Day, as many of you know. I’m not friends with any knitters in Philly, so I innocently suggested a picnic for me, the boy, and a friend. They humored me, and besides, who would turn down a picnic on a day like yesterday? Despite the wind, it was beautiful.
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