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Yesterday proved a smashing success. As far as I can tell, Ryan’s Dublin Bay Socks (DBS) had a pretty good time, though they are hard to please. (Lace is like that. All you gotta do is buy a stockinette stitch sock a beer and they’re pretty happy, plain garter stitch is thrilled if you stick ’em in the bottom of your purse when you go to the grocery store, but lace…bit of an attitude)
We took them to Ontario Place, and they had a good time on the play structure,
and Ken and Megan took them on the log ride.
They whimpered about getting wet though, but the way I see it, they should be grateful that they are getting to go on rides at all. All the other knitting I know doesn’t get to go on a log ride. I threatened them with a ziplock prison and they shut it up pretty quick.
We finished up the evening with fireworks,
and the DBS and I had a little chat. They would like to know why it is that I persist in thinking that I can knit lace in the dark. They took a nasty hit at the movies the other day, and last night may have been the last straw. We are in negotiations.
Meanwhile, I was preparing for another ordinary day, doing ordinary things, like laundry, or trying to cover my breasts with a mango tank top, when I opened the door and found a package from my talented and generous friend Laurie. (You remember Laurie, she made the yarn for these socks. She’s a genius.) She sent me an incredible box of birthday treats.
Doesn’t it just give you a little hitch in your throat? It’s all so beautiful. The white is a romney fleece that Laurie bought and combed into roving. It couldn’t be more even and perfect. (Can you tell? When I grow up I want to be Laurie)
This is a little birthday laceweight. I love laceweight, and Laurie knows the way to my heart is through skinny little yarns. This is from “A touch of twist” in New York. It’s actually a little darker (and bluer) than the picture suggests. The colour is called “Evening Magic”. It’s heartbreakingly beautiful. I might swatch the butterfly shawl and make a scarf with it. I might design a whole other scarf. I might just get it a little velvet bag so that I can carry it around with me everywhere I go, you know, like a little fibre pet.
In the box, there was also two of these.
I am not worthy. I can scarcely breathe. If you aren’t impressed then you haven’t figured out what this is. Never mind…all will become clear in the fullness of time.
Hey…did you hear that noise? That screeching noise? It’s the sound of every other project in the queue coming to a halt (along with any personal growth I was making about sticking to one or two projects at a time)
What was I working on? Can’t remember.