It's spring! It's spring! And I feel all springy and sproingy!
Just yesterday I read Kim's post wherein she included pictures of GREEN THINGS, and I was all disheartened and poopy because she had GREEN THINGS and I have none. But damn. Today I went out there and look what I found!
I played around in the dirt for a bit. I got my hands dirty. It was awesome. Just awesome. Cold and wet, but awesome. Immediately after this, though, I put the protective mulch, also known as the dead stuff from last year that's still lying there where I should have picked it up, back in place over these GREEN THINGS! because we've still got many more killing frosts to come here, and I don't want them nipped in the
butt bud. I couldn't resist throwing that other common malaprop in there. The malaprops, they still keep a-trickling in. There are more that have piled into the comments of the original post and other posts since then. If you have time, go back and read the new comments. They're worth the time. Another good one is "butt naked." (it's buck; look it up) I see that one all the time. And "peaked my interest."
And I knitted out on the front porch in the sun! I worked on the luscious beaded lace scarf. My ire was
peaked peeked piqued, though, when I looked down at my knitting and realized that somehow an entire repeat in the pattern had edged its way into the freaking scarf, requiring me to rip back 14 rows. I immediately came to the computer to moan and groan about it to friends, because of course that's what we do. What else are all these internet relationships good for, if not for IM moaning and groaning? Huh? Well, Lauren immediately gave me advice to put in a lifeline. Cassie's advice was to put in stitch markers about every third pattern or so.
Well, ya know, after politely listening to this advice and having a really good laugh about it, because this freaking pattern is so freaking easy -- Four rows, people. (but really only two, because the return rows are really just purl back) Nine-stitch repeat, people. THREE patterns across the scarf, people. NOT THE TOUGH PATTERN OF THE CENTURY -- No! I said. I believe in living dangerously! It's spring and I feel sproingy! I'm going to put on my leather jacket and flag down the next motorcycle dude I find and ride with him without a helmet! I'm going out in the sun without sunscreen! I'm having ___ without a ____! (edited for people who sit and read blogs with toddlers on their knees, not that toddlers can read, but...It's spring and I feel SPROINGY!) I'm Danger Girl. (Greta won't mind if I borrow her cape and be Danger Girl for an afternoon, I feel quite sure.)
Anyhoo, for Margene and Anne who were asking "Hey, Norma, how's that beaded lace scarf comin'?" And for Julia who is the hostess of the Lace Along, who probably is wondering herself but is too polite to ask, (although it looks like in a fit of
peek pique she closed down the damn knitalong anyway, because we were all a bunch of lazy heads -- or was that just me? -- who didn't do their damn LaceAlong projects nohow) I hereby modify my answer: "A few inches shorter than I thought it was, but we're gettin' there."
Note to self: Don't knit lace, no matter how freakin' easy, while watching a movie. This whole lace accident started when I was watching "Finding Neverland" (get a hanky if you're going to rent it, btw) the other night. I realized something was wrong right then and there and put it down, but didn't reanalyze the situation when I picked it back up this afternoon until I could no longer ignore the fact that that lace, apparently also feeling springy and sproingy, had given birth to another repeat right near the end of the row. Geesh.
Yep, it's spring. And I feel sproingy. But it's all uphill from here:
Still snow there, see? Those are landscaping steps in my front lawn. I've told a few people about the steepness of our lot and the requirement that one be part mountain goat in order to live here. Here's evidence. See that box on the stairs? It doesn't include The Book. And you all know what Book I'm talking about. I'm still waiting for The Book to arrive. And it better get here damn soon, or else my plan to photograph it with Vermont maple sap buckets is going to go right down the damn tubes, coz the buckets will be taken down soon. Sproing!
UPDATED: Ok, just for Judy, here is a picture of the lace in progress.