May 25, 2011 by Leah
I’ve been rather silent on the internet front because on Monday I decided to take up knitting. Like, needed to learn to knit right-that-second. I drove to three stores (anyone ever been to a yarn store with bars on the windows because of the neighborhood it inhabits? I have!) and finally found some knitting supplies for beginners (size 8 bamboo needles and skeins of actual wool for $5 each) at JoAnn Fabrics. $30 and five hours later, I had a swatch (with a cute little heart in). Cool! Then I spent far too much time wrestling with a ribbed scarf yesterday and now have all of an inch and a half of scarf to show for it. Half my stitches keep ending up hanging off my needle backwards, but I am managing to keep the number of stitches per row pretty steady. I consider this good progress.
This new habit does not bode well for my spending behavior (which is usually entirely concentrated on food acquisition with the occasional household good or piece of used clothing). Yesterday, I went to our local independent yarn shop for supplies like row holders and a crochet hook (did I mention I’ve been doing a lot of unraveling?). Awesome store (they offer lunchtime knitting cruises), but very expensive (they offer knitting cruises) – and, of course I had to buy an extra skein of pretty wool. I don’t really think knitting can be counted as frugal since no one in this house is actually in need of any warm clothes or bags or other things. Except maybe for Duke – as much as he hates clothes, he might not mind a wool sweater for when we move to Washington. (He shivers when it rains here in Long Beach and likes to sleep under the blankets.) Knitting is, though, keeping me happily occupied (sometimes I get so. bored.) and I’m looking forward to taking a project with me to Europe. Maybe I’ll be done with the scarf by then.
Speaking of which, we leave for Europe five weeks from Friday. By the time we return, plans for our move should be well underway. So, not only have I given up all ideas of successive plantings in the garden, I’ve basically ceased active management. I’m still weeding and watering, but kind of half-assedly, and the garden is paying me back in a manner far better than I deserve. The corn is as high as, well, you know. Beans are busting out all over. I hope some else is getting my Rodgers and Hammerstein references, because I am cracking myself up.
It’s been quite windy here, and with the corn so tall and laden with bean plants, there is a distinctly creepy rustle to be heard coming from the garden most of the time. Maybe I should take it as a reminder to start thinning out some of our possessions and cooking out of the freezer. It’s always surprising how much stuff you can’t – or don’t even want to – take with you when you move.