This could be the saga of a pair of mittens. Forest green yarn, sinuous cables running up their backs, lovingly knitted by an interesting woman. Hmm. Sounds like a happy ending, doesn’t it? WRONG!
Marylane was coming to the end of the second mitten.
“Wait until I’m finished to take a picture, Marsha. I’m almost there.”
Okay. I can be patient.
Deb has finished her sweater! Yay! She had her doubts, especially on the never ending sleeves, but it’s beautiful. And it fits perfectly! That’s always my concern – that I’ll spend months knitting an intricate, large project and then it won’t fit. Or it fits the way the pattern said it should, but I hate it anyway. Believe me, I have a drawer full of failures to prove it. We can’t say that about Deb’s sweater, however. Bravo, Deb.
BEAUTY!
Francy’s scarf is growing and growing. The pattern intrigues me – I do have a copy – but it frightens me to think of maintaining a certain amount of tension while holding the colors in back. I picked it up and it’s quite heavy – all that sock yarn. Wonder how many socks you could make out of the yarn that will go into this scarf? All in all, I’d rather make a big scarf than lots of socks.
Quite a scarf.
Mary took a time out and joined Linda in looking through some pattern books. Baby patterns, of course. Linda will have her first grandchild this summer, so she is in baby mode, looking for patterns. Mary, the experienced grandma, is advising.
Whatdya think of this one, Mary?
Carol’s sweater is getting larger. It looks to me like she’s about ready to pick up and knit the sleeves. I’m so impressed with these knitters. Makes me want to knit something BIG. Actually, if I ever finish the Swirl Hat that’s taking me much longer than it should, I have a poncho pattern waiting in the wings.
Work it, girl.
Joan came to knit a row or two on her scarf. We know she’s just being sociable but we’re very glad to see her every week in the summer. So far, she’s knit a scarf per summer. Not bad for somebody who lives in Arizona and doesn’t even need a scarf.
Look at her, she’s wearing a fleece. Thinks Montana’s cold.
Michele accompanied her Centerpiece That is Taking over the World. Good god, it’s gigantic, it’s colossal. I think I’ll name it Godzilla. I asked her what it was going to be (when it grows up), and she shrugged.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to wait and see.”
Well, if she doesn’t know, I don’t know.
This Godzilla could be taken down by a Mothra.
We’ve come full circle to Marylane, who had just finished her mittens – tied the last knot and weaved in the final thread. She slipped them onto her hands for the big photo and said, “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
Oops. She made two right hands.
Now she just needs two lefties.
After we all picked ourselves up off the floor and made a valiant attempt NOT to laugh anymore (in vain), we went home. There was no way to top Marylane.
Next week, Memorial Day, we will NOT meet. We’ll come together again on June 2 at Linda’s house. In the meantime, Castoffs, keep those needles blazing and remember our country’s brave men and women who fought to give the Republicans the right to take away their benefits.
