The Metalouse shawl has now been blocked and is off the needles! It had it’s photo shoot this morning; I must admit that, after blocking, I’m liking it much more than I did while knitting it. That is not to say I’m entering my name into the mix; I’m not. It will find it’s way, I hope, to someone who will love it and appreciate it more than I would.
Kristie made a suggestion in the comments on my last post – a sweater for John. Yes, it’s time, isn’t it? I’ve repaired his blue sweater and the green one I knit him ages ago desperately needs replacing (the holes at the elbow are getting larger by the day); I’m not even going to think about repairing it.
I asked him this morning what colour he would like his next sweater to be; his immediate response (he was still half asleep, incidentally) was “brown”. He has a green one, he has a blue one but he doesn’t have a brown sweater. So, I brought up the KnitPicks web site, the City Tweed Aran page, to be precise, and showed him one colour. He nixxed it immediately and pointed to another swatch. This one…
I will be ordering the yarn later this week, along with a couple of books, and will be measuring John, drawing out design ideas and drafting a pattern for his soon-to-be new sweater. In the meantime, I’ll be weaving in the ends on the Monster pants and working on the 10-stitch blanket while listening to an audiobook (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets – I’m working my way through the series).
For those of you wondering, yesterday was enjoyable; I think we’ll do it again in the not too distant future. I first had him drive me to the fabric store to pick up a couple of zippers and some fusible interfacing (I’ll show you why tomorrow). We had a few groceries to pick up but before we did that, I gave him directions on where to go. He caught on fairly quickly. I think he had a mild panic attack when he saw Mama Panda (an Oriental buffet restaurant; we won’t eat there!) but I had my heart set on fish and chips. I’d tried to get him there before but he wouldn’t believe me that the fish was actually pretty good. Not as good as his but pretty good.
He was impressed. He was impressed enough that he agreed we could eat there again the next time the craving for fish and chips hit us.
The best part of the day, though, was when he told me that this is what he needed – to get out of the house, do something we don’t normally do – together.