I was on the phone with Margene trying to make the decision "refund or rebook -- final answer," and as she so wisely put it, "This is supposed to be FUN, and it can't be fun when there is so much hassle, uncertainty, and worrying." So we're going to do it -- just not right NOW. We think in the spring.
and Cascade 220 Superwash (red)
This is my fourth pair for the Soaring Eagles Project, and (at the very last minute) fulfills the pledge I made. I had lofty ideas that I'd squeak in one more pair while on my flight to SLC, but, well, you know how that turned out. If I hadn't been having so much fun in the airport, I could have done a pair there, but the laptop and the cell phone and the chatting with my fellow passengers were keeping me too busy.
Sadly, Rachel is far, far short of her goal -- so far short that it seems like it'll be impossible to meet it. The deadline is Monday, and unless many, many mittens (over 200 pairs) arrive at the very last minute, she will not be able to give her hoped-for Christmas mittens to the children at her school, all of whom are underprivileged. To add insult to injury, her area has just suffered through a big ice storm.
This saddens me. Many of us tried our hardest, but there was not the response this year to the charity knitting plea that we've come to expect. I posted about this project several times, and so did several of my fellow bloggers, and Carole and Margene chose Soaring Eagles as a favored project in their Knit Unto Others project. Rachel and I posted about it on Ravelry in the Greater Good group, but I got absolutely no response -- I can't speak for Rachel. I know we are all busy, and believe me, I know from busy, as they say. But I'd like to think we could do better for others. It saddens me when I see people put so much energy into enhancing their stashes, knitting the three-dozenth pair of socks for themselves, and forming groups on Ravelry or whatever, and then see this paltry showing for someone (Rachel) who is trying in such earnest to help some kids who really need things and really appreciate the thought of receiving a handknit. If only a fraction of that energy were put into knitting one pair of mittens for a needy child, think how much warmer everyone would feel.I'll be frank (that's a switch, ha): I expect the silence to this post to be deafening. I've gotten used to it whenever I post about charitable knitting. And now, when I have the chutzpah to pair it with a good dose of sermonizing and holier-than-thou-ing, I probably deserve it. But I'm feeling a good bit sorry for myself these past couple of days, so I'm just going to leave it on the page and not edit it out. Or perhaps rather than anticipate silence, I should fear some sort of backlash. Go ahead. Make my day.
I'm gonna go to the gym and see if someone down there wants to be pummeled. I need to punch and kick some