Potpourri
I have never been a big fan of things that smell. Things like air fresheners, or perfumes, or even soaps and detergents with perfumes in them. I blame my father, who once insisted that I not read fashion magazines in his presence because of the perfume samples within. It is amazing, when you're trying to avoid those kinds of things, how common they are. Remember how popular potpourri was back in the late 80s? The stuff was everywhere. This post isn't really about that - I just labeled it potpourri because it's another word for "I'm going to tell you all about the miscellaneous junk floating around in my head and you're going to love it, dammit." Sort of the way people back in the 80s loved those bowls full of dried flowers and wood shavings and unidentifiable thingies scented with essential oils.
First and most importantly, sitting on the bed behind me right now as I type are four boxes. Four boxes stuffed mostly to the maximum and taped tightly shut, labeled and ready to go to the post office. I am so happy to see these four boxes all sorted and ready to leave my custody, ready to seek out their new homes where they will make someone else as happy as they made me the day they arrived here.
Melanie had offered to knit up a blankie and somehow give it to charity - maybe by auctioning it on e-bay and donating the proceeds to Doctors Without Borders in honor of Stephanie. I thought that was a wonderful offer, and just for saying so earnestly that she would do such a thing, I decided she deserved the box of Mountain Colors Weavers Wool that I kept opening and staring at and wanting to knit up for something selfish, but realized that it would be years, if ever, before that would happen and it deserves a much better home than I can offer it. I told Melanie that if it works out and she knits the blanket and still wants to auction it off, fine. If she knits the blanket and develops an attachment to it and wants to keep it for herself or someone she loves, that's fine too in my book.
Carol has been working away at a blankie of her own with her own little stash, and has even been dyeing her own colors when she ran out of variety. She's getting a box of the same yarns I am using for my blanket. She's also getting a couple of blobs for her CIC knitting. I mean, I had a package going her way anyhow - it just seemed right.
Cass is working on a blankie, too - although she's laying out her squares a little differently than mine, it's still a mitered square sock yarn blankie. She's named her blankie "Hocks" because her little boy replaces S sounds with H sounds, so it's how her little boy says socks. I thought that was so cute. Reminds me of when Julie was first starting to talk.
Andrea has also started a blankie, but it sounds like she has had a crazy summer and has been away from it for a few weeks. She assures me that she is still very interested in knitting one up and I believe her.
Deciding who should get these boxes of yarn wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. All of these ladies were very nice in their e-mails, and all of them are blogging the experience, so we all get to watch them and enjoy the process along with them. I'm glad there was enough to go around to them, and if any of you runs short, I will have more left overs from my blankie as I get it closer to done. I still have a giant Rubbermaid container full of just the stuff that can go into this particular blanket, and I'm willing to share. I kept as much as I did because I really want to use at least one square of each yarn, and I got tired of rewinding little balls.
I have identified a few more bits and balls that I want to give away, and I was going to write about them tonight, but it's getting late and I'm tired and Joe is standing here ready to go to bed, so I think I'm going to follow him. So much for Potpourri after all. You'll just have to wonder what else I had rattling around in my head this evening and hope I remember the good stuff next time around.
First and most importantly, sitting on the bed behind me right now as I type are four boxes. Four boxes stuffed mostly to the maximum and taped tightly shut, labeled and ready to go to the post office. I am so happy to see these four boxes all sorted and ready to leave my custody, ready to seek out their new homes where they will make someone else as happy as they made me the day they arrived here.
Melanie had offered to knit up a blankie and somehow give it to charity - maybe by auctioning it on e-bay and donating the proceeds to Doctors Without Borders in honor of Stephanie. I thought that was a wonderful offer, and just for saying so earnestly that she would do such a thing, I decided she deserved the box of Mountain Colors Weavers Wool that I kept opening and staring at and wanting to knit up for something selfish, but realized that it would be years, if ever, before that would happen and it deserves a much better home than I can offer it. I told Melanie that if it works out and she knits the blanket and still wants to auction it off, fine. If she knits the blanket and develops an attachment to it and wants to keep it for herself or someone she loves, that's fine too in my book.
Carol has been working away at a blankie of her own with her own little stash, and has even been dyeing her own colors when she ran out of variety. She's getting a box of the same yarns I am using for my blanket. She's also getting a couple of blobs for her CIC knitting. I mean, I had a package going her way anyhow - it just seemed right.
Cass is working on a blankie, too - although she's laying out her squares a little differently than mine, it's still a mitered square sock yarn blankie. She's named her blankie "Hocks" because her little boy replaces S sounds with H sounds, so it's how her little boy says socks. I thought that was so cute. Reminds me of when Julie was first starting to talk.
Andrea has also started a blankie, but it sounds like she has had a crazy summer and has been away from it for a few weeks. She assures me that she is still very interested in knitting one up and I believe her.
Deciding who should get these boxes of yarn wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. All of these ladies were very nice in their e-mails, and all of them are blogging the experience, so we all get to watch them and enjoy the process along with them. I'm glad there was enough to go around to them, and if any of you runs short, I will have more left overs from my blankie as I get it closer to done. I still have a giant Rubbermaid container full of just the stuff that can go into this particular blanket, and I'm willing to share. I kept as much as I did because I really want to use at least one square of each yarn, and I got tired of rewinding little balls.
I have identified a few more bits and balls that I want to give away, and I was going to write about them tonight, but it's getting late and I'm tired and Joe is standing here ready to go to bed, so I think I'm going to follow him. So much for Potpourri after all. You'll just have to wonder what else I had rattling around in my head this evening and hope I remember the good stuff next time around.
posted by Shelly Kang at 11:41 PM
2 Comments:
Woohoo!!!!!!! Thanks Shelly! I am not quite sure how Hocks* ended up square, as it happened late at night while I was watching a movie. The next time I pick it up with half a brain on, I am going to try to rectify that. I looked at it blearily a couple days ago, and I think it can be done still. If not, well, I love it anyway.
*It's a daughter who says "hocks". Though my sons have interesting personal speech quirks as well. At our house, we just let them talk for the most part, until I start with phonics. We figure they'll figure it out eventually, and....well, the point of talking is communication, and since we do know what they mean, they are communicating. Thus we live with myuskit, brekfix and hairports.
Thanks bunches! I'm really looking forward to having a little more variety for The Princess' blankie. And yarn for CIC knitting is always welcome!
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