My New Friend

My new friend is actually a really, really, old enemy.  Knitting and I have had an historically rocky relationship. I usually mess something up and it makes me angry. I've gotten a bit more patient in recent years, and have finished some tiny little doll-sized sweaters. That's about it. My first love is crocheting, if for no other reason than it just goes faster. Knitting progresses about 2 millimeters at a time. Oy. 

And this yarn! It is half as old as I am, seriously. I bought it at Genovese, back when it had a craft section   - neither the craft section nor the store exist any more. I bought the 100% cotton yarn for the cute purse pattern on the label, only to discover that it is nearly impossible to crochet with cotton (says I).  

Then, many moons ago, but somewhere in the last year (or two?) I had an idea, and started a little experimental project to a) use up the yarn and b) practice my knitting. So this is my own pattern for a little knit 5, purl 5, 5 row basket-weave patterned dishcloth.  And lately this project has become a very dear friend. 

It is small.  I am keeping it in the really pretty little bag my mom made me for my birthday last year. The yarn matches the bag. Everything about it makes me happy. And it is small. Which means that I could bring it on my vacation last week, and since the kiddos were busy with their little friends I found myself with all kinds of time to just sit and knit. It was awesome.  Knitting and I are now friends.

Amy and I have spent the last two afternoons with yarn and Legos. While I'm doing this: 

She is doing this: 

Setting up Lego figures to act out Beauty and the Beast. Only it's not Beauty and the Beast, it's Leia and Squidman. This is the part where all the villagers storm the castle. Several layers deep, that girl. 

So thanks for stopping by to meet my new friend. Excuse me while I go throw my computer out the window, after just spending 15 minutes trying to get the new post editor of blogger to cooperate with the way I wanted those last two pictures. Arg! 

Better go knit...