Why am I doing this? I was thinking, talking, and laughing about the Knitting Olympics with my sisters over the weekend. My chuckle is especially deep and appreciative when I talk about the various teams and all the buttons (I still can't get over the Bob Costas button). I had Karen squirming with delight when I got to the part about being a member of the US Cable Knitting Team -- she gets it -- how fun this is -- and can feel the effervesence; I think she wishes she was a knitter! (The Uco needle threader is busted, so she can't be that!)
As prestigious and glamorous as it is to be a member of an elite team such as the Cablers, not to mention the honor of just being an Olympian, that's just not "it." (Next time, though, we need a Village, don't you think? That could definitely qualify as "it.") The idea of completing a sweater in a little over two weeks is very appealing, too, but also not "it." The real reason the Knitting Olympics is a popular idea in my house is that it affords me the luxury of and reason for knitting whenever I want for 16 days -- and maybe some of that will linger. I rarely knit at home during the day, for some reason. It's just me. When the kids were little and counted cross stitch samplers occupied my "free" time, I did it quite often during the day, and even when I picked knitting up again after such a long hiatus, I recall that I did it in daylight, too. Recently, though, it's pretty rare. I always feel like I should be doing laundry, vacuuming, balancing the checkbook, scrubbing the floor, scouring the sink... you know. And, you know, the family is behind it, too. That these Olympics have received media attention... it's very real to them and they cheer (and chuckle) me on.
There was a hole in the schedule of my Williamsro strategy last night (as well as a new hole in Ali's lower lip) and I was knitting on Shirley Shrugs instead! All the pieces for Williamsro are on the blocking board! I finished the right front Saturday afternoon, then finished (and ripped back several rows) the back due to an error in the directions (a wrong measurement) about which I'd earlier made a mental note not to forget, but not a physical one, so I forgot. It was only Saturday night that I searched for, found and printed the errata for the book! So I finished the back on Sunday morning and it joined the fronts on the blocking board that had only recently been vacated by the sleeves. By mid-afternoon, the contrasting Blossom had been added to the bottoms of both sleeves and they were also set, again, under a damp towel (only the Blossom parts).
My sister -- also known as Twin-K, Karen, or the human sewing machine -- brought her quilting. She's been working on this queen size sampler quilt for almost as long as I can remember and she has so far to go that, well, it's just better to dwell on what she has accomplished. While most people who take their first quilting class are perfectly fine with a wall hanging or table runner, my sister decided she needed something both more substantial and more useful, so she's making a queen size quilt. It's not the size, really, that's taking so long, it's the OCD quilting method she employs. And the best part, she knows she's outrageously anal about each and every stitch, but she started that way and that's how she's going to finish. God, you just have to love her. So, she finished quilting the square on the right while she was here and started on the Grandmother's Garden hexagons before she left. She thought that finishing that one square (it was already well underway) was sufficient enough that, say, if there were a Quilting Olympics equivalent to the Knitting Olympics, she'd have earned herself a gold. "Definitely not," I said, putting on my judging cap and donning my Olympic committee robe, "that is not your personal best. Finish Grandmother's Garden by Closing Ceremonies and come talk to me about medals." ; ) She'll do it, too, just wait; no one likes a challenge more. She better win, too, so I can make a medal for her out of an old CD; heh, that'll be fun. (She mentioned quilting in her morning email. I think I've got her.)