Tuesday, September 18, 2012

yarn along: Little Women

I decided to skip over the Frankenstein episodes of CraftLit and head straight to Little Women.

It's a gem I have listened to before, many times.  I find myself able to recite whole passages along with the narrator.  And yet I miss the cadence of the other reader's voice, even though I don't even know her name.  I try to be patient with the Librivox readers.  I am thoroughly grateful to them, but there are books that will forever be associated with a certain voice in my mind.  Barbara Caruso's version of Anne of Green Gables and Rowena Cooper rendition of The Borrowers, for instance.  I used to check those audiotapes out over and over as a child.  My dream was to become an audiobook reader--that is, once I decided against taking on the veil.  I assumed it was a requirement to memorize the book.  As a result, Barbara and Rowena's intonations are seared into my memory forever, I'm afraid.

In any case, I am trying to be less of a snob so I can enjoy this version of Little Women.  References to knitting abound.  My favorite thus far:
And Jo shook the blue army sock till the needles rattled like castanets, and her ball bounded across the room.
Been there, Jo....

My purple sock that was so obliging just a couple of weeks ago, turned on me suddenly, which forced me to rip back a good deal.  Which meant picking up all of those tiny stitches again and inevitably twisting them all.  I can never remember how to avoid that.
I've taken to stashing different projects all over the house like a crazy person.  Pete's sweater occupies the bedroom.  I've banished that blasted sock to the car.  The beginning of a hat sits in my diaper bag, and a scarf has taken up residence in the living room.  Now of course I'm wracking my brain for something to perch on the kitchen table...

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

yarn along: All Wound Up

Shh!  Don't tell Pete that I'm taking a break from The Endless Tube o' Stockinette to knit a sock.  When I only have an inch to go.  He just wouldn't understand.  The sweater is doing that thing where it is the exact. same. length. no matter how many rows I knit.  Ingrate.
This gorgeous sock, on the other hand, is thriving from all the attention I've been paying it.  It's for my mom, who has tiny feet, so that helps.  Also, cashmere, yo.

Oh yeah...I'm still enjoying All Wound Up and Craftlit.