When it comes to tidying up, I think I’m missing some crucial gene that most women are supposed to possess. I realized long ago that I hate housework. There are some household chores that are less odious to me than others—most of my “favorites” have to do with fabric: laundry and ironing. I don’t mind cooking, but Ed is so much better at it than I am that he does the lion’s share of all the chores required to purchase food and create meals. Dusting and vacuuming are always at the bottom of my to-do list, despite my fitful attempts to galvanize my efforts toward becoming a Martha Stewart wannabe.
So when it comes to spring cleaning, I pick one thing to do (clean out a closet—is this fabric-related?) and try to get it done and feel good about myself. This weekend I contemplated a chore that would enhance the order and cleanliness of my house, and rejected it immediately. There were other things that needed doing that didn’t require any heavy lifting. And so on Saturday, I sorted through my emails, work and otherwise, and organized them into folders that are now neatly stored on my Mac. This wasn’t a total success. When I logged on to my mail on Monday AM, I saw that I had completely neglected my work “sent messages”. Still I managed a sense of satisfaction for doing something I had been putting off for months, and months, and months.
For some time I thought my blog was kind of lackluster and barebones compared to those I visit. Typepad has obligingly come up with new designs, and I’ve been tempted by them. I’ve always been a fan of type with serifs, and so I selected the new design you now see. I hope you like it. (Now that I see how easy it is, I may do this more often.)
I also wanted to add a categories list to my sidebar, and I spent much of Sunday sifting through old posts and arranging them by topic. But in reviewing my 2007 projects, I thought that the entrelac jacket and Ed’s green sweater were far more engrossing than my current projects, and I want to get done with Liv and the Calvin Klein cardigan so I can move on to the complexities of lining the Devonshire jacket and working on the Deco sweater. I’m also thinking of an original sock design, and that will take some work because I’ve never made
one two “from scratch”.
If I had spent all this time knitting the sleeves on the Calvin Klein sweater, one would be finished. Last week I knitted a very large swatch going down one needle size (5 to 4 US on the body; 3 to 2 US on the ribbing), and I thought that the new knitting matched the old. And so I’m about up to the elbow on one sleeve:
Sleeves seem rather like shawls on training wheels. When you start out at the cuff, it appears that you’re making miraculous progress and you will be done with the sleeve in no time. But then as the increases begin to, well, increase, the progress slows down. I think it will take two more nights to finish sleeve #1. This is a very easy pattern. The cable crosses occur at very large intervals—rows 9 and 19 on a 26-row repeat—so the knitting seems fast, and a trifle dull. I will block sleeve #1 just to be sure it is correct, and I'll baste it onto the blocked fronts and back for a fitting. In the days that it takes Cotton Fleece to dry, I’ll seam Liv. So this week’s work is cut out for me.