Knitting and brief politics

Good morning everybody. You all should feel extra special because I got out of bed before eight clock just to talk to you, so please, feel touched.

Up there you have some knitting. (Hey it’s early.) To be blunt, it’s the Diamond Aran, from KW. (Not that she actually gives you anything resembling directions. Just two sentences and a picture.) I included it because I felt like I should, don’t ask why, and because, all in all, it’s a pretty fun pattern to knit. She gives some more directions in The Opinionated Knitter.

I’d knit it once before, long time readers my recall this one. It was red, long sleeves; I look like a serial killer in the pictures. It was about a year and a half ago, back on my ole’ blogger blog. It was fun to knit, and I remember having good time, till that thing happened with the dye lots. (Or DIE lots.) I had two sleeves that were pretty much different colors. Ah, I can’t bitch though, it was a gifted yarn.

I’d lent my copy of The Opinionated Knitter to a friend so I had to knit the above from memory, and those two sentences. I don’t think it looks too bad for pulling it out of my ass. Upon further reflection my diamond panels are too wide, but I don’t think that I did a half bad job with it. It’s fun to knit on, especially because I’m getting to that good point with any knitting. It’s the part where you know the pattern, you’ve got a fair amount of fabric hanging off the needles, and it is starting to get like that tenth year of marriage, not that I would know, or will know, where you’re all comfortable with each other and know each other’s quirks and personalities.

Anyway,  back my mean-cynical ways. The yarn is from a pulled out sweater that I took out last winter. I actually knit it last summer into The Hand to Hand Aran, the sweater that prompted me to do this. So really, this is just the leftovers. (Due to Karma, I may not have enough. I suppose it is a bit much to want to get two sweaters from one, and Arans at that.)

I’ll be needing another sweater too. The weather is about seven million billion degrees below zero around here and I’m not even kidding a little bit. Here’s what it took for me to keep warm yesterday, on my way to work, around one pm. Shetland sweater, magic gloves, mittens, Entrelac scarf, a hat,  and my woolen overcoat. That’s cold.

A short note on politics. I would just like to praise the president for emphasizing (i.e. telling his writers to emphasize) the all-to important issues of climate change and same sex marriage. While the world getting warmer doesn’t seem like a problem right now, I’ll feel differently in about seven months. And James Taylor sung there. That would be worth being president alone, just to be able to call James Taylor and say, “I’m having a little get together next week, would you care to stop by, maybe belt out a tune or two?”)