In spite of my feelings about shopping on Black Friday and about the mall, I went shopping with #2 daughter yesterday. I deserve all kinds of Good Mother points for this.

We were able to succeed at some high-tech holiday shopping that I could not have done by myself, and came up with some ideas for #2 daughter’s friends. We found a pattern for a dress she has been wanting, and some cream-colored wool (hurrah!). I immediately frogged the variegated-yarn beginning of the cardigan. I’ll try again in January. In the meantime, I am hoping to knit the third DNA scarf very fast. Or at least fast for me.

At Express, we saw a sweater that had the same cable as the Viking sweater I was wearing. I was amazed. However, the yarn of the store-bought sweater was so bulky that there were only two knots on the entire sweater, while mine has eleven. So it was like running into a giant ant, as people used to do in horror movies on TV. Less frightening, of course.

Inspired by this giant-cable sweater, #2 daughter bought some New Zealand wool at the LYS and began a new sweater. She is using the Yarn Girls Weekend Warrior pattern, with an assymetrical cable from the Harmony stitch pattern collection. It ought to make a nice sweater. The ladies in the shop rallied round her and gave her lots of good advice and encouragement.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I noticed that most of the sweaters at the mall were in pink and raspberry shades. And enormous yarn. We also saw hats and scarves in the same kinds of enormous yarns and bright colors, with high prices. We did not see any great bargains at all. I suppose people are lured into shopping by the hope of amazing bargains, and then once they arrive, they figure, “I’ve come out shopping, I’ve got money, I might as well buy some stuff.”

For today, the last day before Advent, I offer you another good secular holiday tune, “The Christmas Song.”http://www.geocities.com/skinnerja_mn/chris.html You know this song already, of course, so it hardly does the job of offering you a new holiday tune, but you might have forgotten about it. “Chestnuts roasting on a open fire/ Jack Frost nipping at your nose” is the beginning, although at our house we sometimes sing it the other way round: “Jack Frost roasting on an open fire…” Mel Torme and Robert Wells wrote this song in 1946 (another representative of that Christmas song renaissance, you notice) and it has been recorded about 100 times. Nat King Cole did one of the best.