Speed Knitting

I finally got the package Friday.

B called me when he got home to tell me it was there. I opened it as soon as I got home and went through the box before starting on my dishcloth for Emily. That Ginger Crystallized in Dark Chocolate? I wasn’t sure how I would like it. Turns out? I love it. And that little plastic box? The coolest little organizer in the world. Lyn stuffed with stitch markers of all kinds and a darning needle. I LOVE IT. It is the coolest thing ever.

B liked the dishcloth and thought it looked like a fancy yarmulke and proceeded to put it on his head to demonstrate. It’s going to take some convincing to get him to actually use it as a washcloth, because he thinks it’s too pretty. And because he also knows what goes into knitting anything, he thinks it’s wrong to use something handmade for such a mundane use. I argued with him that it was all right to use a knitted dishcloth because it was made with a purpose and they don’t take long to knit, but I still don’t think I’ve convinced him it’s ok.

The Boy had a soccer game Friday night. I started my dishcloth before we left for the game. I knit on the way to the game. I knit on the dishcloth during his game. (I multi-tasked and watched him play as well. And score a goal!) I didn’t knit on the dishcloth on the way home because it was too dark, but we did stop at Michael’s after the game to pick up some yarn and treats to send to Emily. I knit when we got home. I did not go to bed until all the ends were woven in, the box was packed up and the label was printed.

I wish knitting burned calories like running does. If that were the case, I probably would have burned 3 days worth of heavy pasta meals knitting like I was. Oh well. A girl can dream.

Saturday morning, I got up and took that box to the post office and sent it off. I think Emily will get it today. Tomorrow at the latest.

So, because speed knitting a dishcloth wasn’t enough, I decided around 2:30 pm Saturday afternoon to knit an oxidization symbol to sew to a t-shirt to give to my friend Philip for his birthday at his party that night. Because, yes, I am crazy. But apparently capable. And we were only an hour and a half late to the party. I believe this is still considered fashionably late and we most certainly weren’t the last ones to arrive.

Sunday was such a gorgeous day, I couldn’t bear to spend it inside. So, B and I went to Alabama Adventure for the day. They’re running a special right now and you can get into both parks for $19 a person. There’s a water park and an amusement park. We decided to forgo the water park and proceeded to ride almost every ride in the amusement park.

You know what? I love roller coasters and any ride that will sling you around in multiple directions. I really do. But you know what else? When you’re at an amusement park and there are practically no lines and you get on every ride you walk up to right away with no periods of rest in between them? You can maybe get a little … less than well feeling. No one got sick, per se, but we left feeling a little dizzy and maybe a little queasy. But it was still fun. But we are maybe not so much the spring chickens we think we are.

So my word of caution to you? Go ride the rides on a day when there are more people there and you wait in line. It’s for your own safety.

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