I did write the last entry, since you asked, but I was copying Chanthaboune. In fact, I was teasing her.
And I discovered, while idly looking at my site meter, that someone came to my blog having googled for “scorpion nose”! I think that replaces “knitting sluts” as the weirdest search that has ever brought someone to my site.
Saturday morning I got up at 4:00 and made my husband’s coffee and saw him off to work, and then tried to go back to sleep. At this I was entirely unsuccessful. I tried lying in bed with my eyes closed listening to to the storm. Stayed awake. I tried turning on the bedside lamp and reading. Stayed awake. I got up and started dough for cinnamon rolls in the bread machine, went back to bed and tried again to go to sleep. No luck.
Around 7:00 I gave up and got out of bed. It was time to bake the rolls, so I had a couple with a steaming cup of tea while the storm continued. Rather nice, really.
Then it was time to begin the Personal Sewing Day. With my tailoring guide close at hand, I cut and fused the interfacing, sewed the collar and the facings, and put in the sleeves.
I stopped a lot. I would get to a point like the one pictured at right and quit for a while. The idea behind this was that if there was an error, I might notice it before I went on with the next bit.
I am not very precise.
We do this geometric personality test at work. It is not entirely dissimilar to the pick-a-shape thing on this page, though more serious and less amusing. You answer a bunch of questions, and based on your answers are categorized as a particular geometric shape, which then has a list of workplace strengths, “things that cause you to get bent out of shape” (you get the pun, right?), and so on. Our goal with the test is to have balance in the workplace, and also to know enough about people’s preferences and work styles to keep everyone reasonably happy. It works pretty well.
Cleverboots was in the store when Blessing took the test and we let her take it too. She is a psychiatric social worker, so I felt I had to apologize for the pop-psych nature of it. “You probably work with much more elaborate tests,” I said. She assured me that she mostly asks her patients what year it is, and what floor they are on. She liked the test, and we had predicted her results correctly, which made us feel clever.
I am a squiggly line. As the page I linked you to put it, ” If you chose the squiggly line then you’re always in a hurry. You get bored every eight pico-seconds and have to constantly find new challenges. You may be incredibly enthusiastic, but your ‘ants in your pants’ chopping and changing attitude to life means you’ll probably turn out to be a jack of all trades, master of none. You’re quite good fun at parties and you can put up quite a steady(ish) shelf (if called on to do so). Basically, you’re one of life’s ‘slightly useful’ people.”
Blessing is a triangle. She was telling me about the Pirate Family wife-swap program Feebeeglee wrote about. Apparently, the mom of a pirate family switched places with the mom of an organized family for a week. Feebeeglee liked the pirate family
“In what sense were they pirates?” I asked.
“They were lazy. They didn’t work. They just dressed up as pirates and lived horribly,” said Blessing.
I digested this. I’m still not sure I’ve got it, but we couldn’t get it any clearer.
“The other mom had a labelmaker,” said Blessing. “I do too, but she had labeled everything in the house. In the pantry, each shelf had labels for the kind of soup that went in each spot, and everything in the house was in labeled bins. It was my dream house.”
She smiled beatifically. Her expression turned to anguish, though, as she told me what the pirate mom had done.
“She dumped out all the bins and made a fort. I kept thinking about the organized mom having to come back to that mess.”
I don’t think that Blessing sews, but if she did, her notches would always match, her seam allowances would be identical throughout the project, and her collars would never be wonky.
This is not true for me. But I thought of her, and of Marji, and Pokey, and other highly precise people, and tried to channel their precision through my imprecise fingers. I was not entirely unsuccessful. In fact, you can see here that my collar has a distinct resemblance to a collar, my set-in sleeve has a definite air of sleevishness, and there is overall a jacket-like impression in this jacket.
I’m pretty chuffed about it. I still have quite a lot to do — the Hong Kong finish on the seams, the hems, the buttonholes. I will enjoy the first two parts, and am confident that I can do them well. I am not so sure about the buttonholes, but it could happen.
This jacket is very pretty and feminine. It has an Edwardian air that is stylish this year. But with its broad, shallow neckline, it is not classic enough that I could make several in different fabrics without it being noticeable that they were all the same pattern.
This is contrary to the rules of the SWAP. For the SWAP, we are supposed to use basic patterns which we have fine-tuned and perfected, and make multiples with slight variations. This jacket doesn’t fall into that category, but I am still very happy with it. It fits well, and I think it will look good when completed, unless I completely destroy it while trying to make the buttonholes. It matches the gray skirt I made last month, and next month I plan to make a pair of pants to go with it. That will finish the “bottoms” part of the SWAP.
Once I got to this point on the jacket I decided not to push my luck, and got in some knitting and reading while the guys watched the game (we won). They were yelling and punching their fists into the air and stuff like that. I was saying things like “Huh? Are we winning now?” The announcers got pretty involved, too. I was wondering — would the people in Alabama watching the game get their own announcers who were on the side of the Alabama team, or are the announcers supposed to be even-handed in their reporting? They didn’t manage it in this case.
I finished The Time Traveler’s Wife and began the knitting project for it. This is one of Danielle Cote’s pretty dishcloth patterns. I have been meaning to make some dishcloths ever since I read that sponges are filled with nasty bacteria which they smear on your counters, unlike dishcloths, which can be run through the washing machine without damaging the mechanism. The pattern of this one, in addition to having that plant-like look that brings The Meadow to mind, also reminds me of the way the story goes back and forth from one time to another, crossing and intertwining yet also stopping and starting abruptly.
Today I have errands and Sunday School and invitations to address, but I am hoping also to do some more sewing and to finish the KTC project.
Oh, and napping. Definitely more napping.