Nothing Too Fiddly

Last night I went to my daughter's last band concert of the year. As usual, the music was staggeringly beautiful. There are 70 or 80 kids in the high school concert band playing every kind of instrument under the sun. The high school kids played "Robin Hood Soundtrack Highlights," "When the Saints Go Marching In," and "Instant Concert," which was a medley of many interesting songs. The junior high kids bands played beautifully as well.

I, of course, was knitting the whole evening, working on a hot water bottle cover I'm knitting out of Cascade 220. The pattern is free on Ravelry. I'll do some pics this evening. 

An older woman was seated beside me in her walker chair. At one point during the evening, she tapped me on the shoulder to ask me, "where did you learn to knit like that?" She was referring to the two circular needles I was using. I explained I learned this technique at a knitting store, and that it was just like using 4 dpns. She nodded with great knitterly wisdom, and then told me how much she loved knitting, but that her eyes wouldn't allow her to read the patterns any more. This nearly broke my heart. Here's a woman who definitely gets the addiction that is knitting. It's crack for her too. And this one thing that would bring her joy in her final years has been taken away. So, I got her phone number and address and promised I'd blow up some patterns for her on my computer so she can once again knit. When I asked her what she liked to knit she said, "nothing too fiddly; I don't think I have the patience anymore." Gawd...I love her already...

In other news, after the shearing weekend at the alpaca farm I came home with 15 lbs of fleece. So under the weight of all that fleece as well as the fleece from last year and the year before, I started cleaning fleece this week. And I hand carded some of Harley's cria fleece, and I couldn't WAIT to try spinning it...and to my surprise, it spins great! I was thinking it would be sooooo slippery and difficult to spin, but this is going great so far. But the cleaning is going to take until next year's shearing time...Oh, well. It's a relaxing endeavor fondling all that softness.

And, my friend Mo and I went to see Deepak Chopra last week, and we just may have gotten a picture of "Big Daddy" holding the sock. More to come later...