Hi, Jan,
The weekend has been so satisfying. Well, except that it hasn’t. If it were truly satisfying, I’d be ready to go back to work, and I surely am not. I’ve accomplished a lot, which feels good, but I guess is only on the way to satisfying.
I spent yesterday accumulating a store of smug-osity by cleaning up my office - all of those piles of magazines, catalogs, junk mail, non-junk mail, even the crate of crud we moved out of the minivan when we donated it - all of them, gone (or at least neatly relegated to baskets, files, periphery of the office instead of covering the carpet in a continuous mulch). I am not sharing a picture of this wonder, as I don’t care to put my definition of “clean office” to be put up for public scrutiny. Still, you can walk around and access the bookshelves.
I then got up and went to church this morning. There are many good reasons to be Unitarian Universalist, but the one that hit me today was that knitting is not just allowed, it is almost expected during the sermon. Perhaps this isn’t true at other UU churches, but at least ours has established this as a rule. The woman in front of me was working on a super Aran sweater, there was yarn coming out of a purse a few pews further up (it is not yet considered acceptable to rove about the sanctuary during service to admire works in progress so I’m not sure what was going on there), and I worked on my Fair Isle mitts. I got another cuff done.
I came home and went into a fit of vegetable chopping - aromatics with which to cook some beans, more aromatics and cauliflower for cauliflower brie soup, and bunches more of everything for Greek salad makings . The soup was a fabulous lunch, the beans and salad will be dinner, and we’ll eat off the leftovers for the week.
At this point, my self smug-o-meter was red-lining.
I took myself down a peg by demonstrating total lack of will power. I was going to The Yarnery, a yarn store over in St. Paul, to pick up tickets to the Yarn Harlot event (April 10).
That’s all I was doing, picking up tickets. And maybe buying a new sweater defuzzer (depiller?), which wasn’t in stock anyway. So how did I come out with this?
At least they complimented a sweater I’d knit several years ago, from Meg Swanson Knitting. The pattern is called Faroese Sweater Variations because Meg has you use 3 different motifs - one for the front, one for the back, and one for the sleeves. I like the way you can see all three in the first photo. The second photo is me smiling at a star in my hand, apparently. The yarn, (from Coldwater Collaborative) is great to knit - Harrisville Designs Soft Spun, 80% wool and 20% flax. It is barely spun and you almost felt like you were knitting roving.

The sweater compliment alone would have restored my smugness, but then I missed my exit on the way home, an exit I’ve taken dozens, probably hundreds of times. I’m still a weenie, I guess.
But a weenie with a lot of nice yarn.
Have a great week.
Ellen
P.S. I hope you caught that I get to see the Yarn Harlot in about 2 months. Maybe if you are nice to me I’ll let you touch my sleeve.
P.P.S. And in March I get to see Alton Brown speak and maybe even take him to dinner. I may have to rescind the sleeve offer.
P.P.P.S. This just in - I left the computer to check the beans to find they had started to burn. I hope Wilson likes beans and weenie, as that is what he is getting for dinner.