Happy Tuesday that feels like a Monday!
For those of you NOT in Massachusetts or Maine, you might be wondering why today feels like Monday – but we celebrate Patriots Day here, and so yesterday was a holiday. It has nothing to do with that (in)famous football team, and everything to do with Paul Revere and his famous midnight ride. The one he might not have even made.
I also, being somewhat of a conforming rule-following perfectionist by nature (no, not controlling!), struggle a tiny bit with the fact that we had April 16th off, when everyone knows it was the 18th of April in ’75 that someone somehow made the ride to Lexington and Concord to warn the colonists that the Red Coats were coming.
I don’t care if he did the ride or not, and I can get over the mismatch on dates, I was happy to have the day off!
What did I do with this wonderful day, you ask? Or not do?
Well first let me tell you that I was in pajamas all day. A true holiday. It was cold and rainy out, and I wasn’t going anywhere, so I declared it a pajama holiday.
I did not ride a horse around Boston and environs.
I did finish up the week’s worth of laundry that I started on Sunday.
I did not run in the Boston Marathon.
I did spend several hours in the morning making curtains for A’s office. It’s what she wants for her birthday, and she had chosen the (ugly) fabric years ago. So, I managed to sew many straight lines to join pieces and hem them. Just have to get her to hang the curtain rod so I can get the final length on them. Truly, they are not pretty, but they will block the light, which is the goal. When they are hanging, I will take a photo so you can see what I mean. I understand why she chose the pattern, but it reinforces my firm rule that we both get veto power on design choices. Were these hanging anywhere but in her office, I would have rejected them out of hand.
I did not clean the bathroom as I intended.
I did finish a cowl I cast on Saturday. It is Fisherman’s Gansey by JenJoyceDesigns (I highly recommend this pattern for a few reasons – one is that it is easy to knit and memorize, and doesn’t take much yarn, and two is that it supports a fiber artist who lost her home in the California Fires.) I love the end result, which I knit from yarn I received as a gift from Texas on my trip to Wisconsin last September. It’s a treasure. It is unblocked in this photo, a theme as you will soon see. Also, the color is bad here, blame Mother Nature, she only sends gray days this year. It is actually a pretty pinky-beige, like granite.
I did not cast on my next sweater.
I did block the Hitofude (after I took this photo), and so have a slight amount more hope that it will fit. I finished the knitting on it Friday and foolishly tried it on. Very disappointing, it was tight when it shouldn’t be, and cut in unflattering ways across the front of me. I am hopeful that I stretched the lace out enough to fix all of this, but if not, I am resigned to that fact, and will happily give it to the niece whom it fits, and who wants it. I am moving on. And I have enough of the yarn left over to knit a nice lacy shawl, so that is good.
I did not spin.
I did knit a few rows of my Durrow, and have determined that once you get about 8 rows in, the going in squares are easier than the going out squares. Not sure I will believe this all the way through, but for now, it is easier to manage. I can see how the whole will look already, very exciting to me. And when I finish this square, I get to change out the dark purple for the medium purple for the next squares. Progress!
I think that is about it! It was a holiday, after all.
Oh wait – one more set.
I did make delicious, scalloped potatoes and ham for my lunch (adapted recipe from William Sonoma cookbook “Cooking for Yourself.”)
I did not eat supper.
I wonder if Longfellow would be able to write a many stanzaed poem about this day in 2018?