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Just finished making a picnic set in elm stitch, not terribly challenging but pleasant enough to sit and knit in the yard before the storm broke out from no where in the middle of the day.
Have you ever watched storm clouds gather on a sunny day? It’s absolutely fascinating and almost surreal. Yesterday there was a few minutes of rainbow in the western sky before the clouds closed in and the rain started. Very odd and beautiful, I like visual contrasts and that was quite the contrast.
Right now I’m working on a pair of socks in the yarn we like to call “mystery meat”, it’s a blonde wool on the cone I bought on eBay last year, I love the stuff. I’m making a plain jane pair right now, when the knitting is finished I’ll dye them in Kool-aid and felt them in my crockpot. Sometimes I measure out the grams that I need for a project and dye it first, then knit which gives me a totally different effect– I just have to be careful that I dye enough in one batch for both socks; otherwise I will never be able to match the color exactly.
After these socks are done I need to get on the ball for another pair for my husband. Matt’s funny, I can make him the heftiest, manliest socks in the world and he treats them like their priceless, irreplaceable pieces of art, it’s all very gratifying to my knitting ego. I wear mine outside with no shoes, throw them in the washing machine, put them through the drier and he washes his in the sink, lays out a towel and blocks them dry. Mine of course need darning every couple of months and his look like they just came off the needles.
We are the total opposite when it comes to tools. Matt can’t use most of my tools anymore because he doesn’t play nicely with them, I don’t know what it is but he’ll burn through a circular saw in a month or two and mine (which I use regularly) is over ten years old, and I bought it used. He broke his drill (the motor doesn’t engage anymore), so I let him use my big one and he broke that, and I told him (silly me) to use the little one. It’s my own fault that I’m drilling with a dremel tool now.
We can’t afford to have doubles of every tool in the shop so I borrow his and he borrows mine (after all we do swap spit why not share tools?) but I cringe every time he takes the cover off of the table saw, I can’t afford to replace it or have it out of commission and I know if he breaks it, it’ll be broken good.
It’s a good thing I love him so much.