|Like The Queen
Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
Wait until you read Yarn Harlot's story about counting up all her UFO's around the house. I found that disconcerting, and pray I never get to that state.
Hmmm. I have a lot - they almost sicken me - I may skip her chapter on excess.
I'm also a heretic - I read excerpts from the Harlot's epistles and was not inclined to read on. I'm hoping she exaggerates for effect. Can I say here, among friends, that I am generally sick to death of all the books cashing in on the trendiness of knitting, whether they are "humor" or "spiritual" or whatever, and think this is a fad that needs to die?
Dare I post? I'm a "Harlot" fan. Try her blog. She's a prodigious knitter, a skilled one, and humble, too. She's still a bit star-struck from being a 'hit' in the Big Time (read: 'Modest Canadian Knitter Writes Funny Books and Tours in USA). I work for a cross-stitch designer in the same boat -- her patterns have 'taken off' in the US cross-stitch world, and she's still pinching herself.
I was happy for the Harlot and her first book. The second - okay, the first sold well, come back for an encore. But a third? I think the thing that pushed me over the edge was the shilling for yet another book by yet another knitblogger who shall remain nameless - it's a trend and people are cashing in, and I don't find their blogs that interesting so I'm not jumping to buy their books. But I'm okay with being a minority opinion on this. :-)
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006 Thank you all for your warm comments. It surely was a wonderful weekend. I’m only now beginning to feel I have my feet back on the ground. A long, interesting, work related meeting in TheCity yesterday helped drag me back to the real world. I wonder if I can turn my mind back to Things Library now. There are a good dozen of those TL on my desk, not the least onerous being the phone call to the art organization who sponsored the art show we held last week - and who sent us the judge - who decided to award only a few ribbons in only some categories - for a home grown local arts show whose mission statement - posted on their enormous banner - is Art Is For Everybody. Not a single ribbon was awarded for the entire category of Youth 12-18!!!! What? Did that pompous self aggrandizing judge think she was in New York?
Anyway - reality beckons and since I am finished with teaching drop spinning to large groups and telling stories to strangers for a while, I can turn my mind back to knitting and wonder - what am I going to do now? I finished my first pair of socks for 2006 - alas, not the 2006th pair so no prize for me. I gave them to one of the Bedford Cousins. I am knitting on a long ribbed sock cuff for BD - but the yarn is woolease sport - probably going to be too thick’n’hot for summer wear. But all the rest of my sock yarn is girlie yarn and I am still keeping to my No New Fiber For 2006 oath.
It hasn’t been that hard, either. Slowly I’m beginning to get to that place I hoped I’d find in my relationship with yarn. I wanted to love beautiful yarn - the yarn I have first, and then the yarn I buy when I haven’t so much in storage. I wanted to value the things I once valued enough to purchase. Value them enough to actually use them. I wanted to be a knitter - not a hoarder. I have to laugh at this, since I’m reading Yarn Harlot and .... can I confess it without being burned as a heretic? Her second story, about knitting the wedding sweaters - and on the way to buying the needed yarn to finish one she stopped and bought 70 more balls of yarn at an outlet .... I have to confess. It sort of turned my stomach. 70?!? I don’t know about this. I may not be able to read the whole book. Sort of like reading the confessions of a drug addict - not pretty, not really funny and not anything I aspire to being, either. Well - I shall work to be fair and think of Literary Image and Color and continue a while longer and have every hope that I’ll enjoy the book as a whole.
But as to what I will do next - finish any of the UFO’s tucked here and there in the house - start something new - do nothing at all - I’m still a little fuzzy about all that. And it’s at that point that a pair of woolease socks for someone else are just the thing. Maybe this will be the pair that wins the prize, hmmm?
And yes - I do have thoughts on turning the story into a book - and for that reason, it’s only available in the oral version at the moment. posted by Bess | 7:02 AM