Here is Brooklyn, looking finished because you can’t see that there is no zipper in the front. I completed it last night while #1 son was out using his new driver’s license, so I have not yet had the chance to find out whether it fits or he likes it.

Nor to buy the zipper for it.

But I like it a lot. It is much heavier than you would think to look at it (“Well, yeah,” was #1 son’s reaction, “It’s made out of denim.”) It is soft and cozy, too, but cotton. In fact, we are talking here about denim. I think I will make myself that denim jacket from Debbie Bliss’s  Celtic Collection next year.

And here is the front, pre-zipper. The vital statistics: Brooklyn, from Denim People, in Den-M-Nit, done on #2 and #3 needles. No changes to the pattern — I knitted it just as directed. It took an extra ball of ecru, but otherwise there were no errors or problems with the pattern. I started it on July 22nd, which means it took quite a long time, but there was a hiatus while I waited for the extra yarn to arrive. #1 son suggests that it would also look good with contrast color sleeves, and I bet he’s right.

So, with the track jacket mostly finished, I pulled out the autumn textiles (don’t look at me like that — I’m a needleworker so of course I have autumn textiles) and the beaded pumpkins and squash, and decorated the house up a bit. Pokey and some friends are coming down next weekend, so I will wait for them to carve pumpkins and that stuff. The quilt here is Rail Fence, my first piece done with “fast patch” methods, back when they were new.

This is the Hallowe’en table runner. And  below is the Thanksgiving table runner. It’s only a Thanksgiving table runner because that’s what I made it for last year. The pattern is actually from a book called Creepy Crafty Hallowe’en, and the main motif is one of pumpkins. I did it in harvest colors and blues to go with my china, and left off the stars and moons.

In the picture here I have it on my black and orange checked table cloth so that it will look October-ish, but for November I put it on white damask and it settles down a lot. In fact, the back is a yellow-and-vegetable-print effect that I thought would be excellent for summer. I was thinking, at the time, that I would use it from June through November, and thinking that I was being clever, because it didn’t occur to me that we hardly set the table in the summer, let alone use runners.

#1 daughter is a little nervous because she is having her in-laws to Thanksgiving dinner. My immediate reaction, when I heard this, was that she needed a table runner.

I told her this when we were talking on the phone, and there was a little pause on her end. I am familiar with that, because my mother  sometimes says loony things , and there is always a little pause on my end of the line while I gather my thoughts and try to come up with a response.

But #1 daughter is a good cook, and always helped with preparations for Thanksgiving dinner when she was growing up, so I felt sure that she wasn’t nervous about the cooking. I also know that her wedding gifts included plenty of nice dishes, so it couldn’t be that. What else could she need, then? Why, obviously a table runner.

Yeah, well, it wasn’t that. She is actually nervous about the conversation. Those of you who know #1 daughter in her home circle are thinking that it is reasonable for her to worry about that. After all, the experience of conversing with her is rather like talking with a particularly glamorous shark. Naturally, she would be concerned that her aging in-laws —

No, that is not it. The thing that we who know her well forget is that #1 daughter is shy. When talking with people whom she doesn’t know that well, she is not like a shark at all, but like a — well, some shy kind of fish. And, while her daddy says “They are like your parents. You don’t have to be shy,” for some reason she doesn’t find that this solves the problem.

I say, if she made the dinner and set the table, then her husband can be in charge of keeping the conversation going. He is the same kind of conversationalist #1 daughter is, but louder and less glamorous. She should be able to keep her eyes demurely on her knitting and say, “You are absolutely right” every now and then. In fact, there are plenty of girls with her kind of looks who take the position that the opportunity to look upon them is all they have to bring to the table. You can’t do that all your life, but presumably she will become less shy around her inlaws as time goes on.