Why I Am A Bore

Secret Knitting + Crap Virus = Boring Blog

The good news from my corner is that the secret knitting project is off the needles. As you can see in the picture, it is still in sore need of blocking. I don't know when I will get that done -- my house is under construction again, and the dust isn't so good for wet yarn laying around. But there's no rush on blocking it. I have time.

The good news, part two, is that yesterday we finally found a remedy that is helping with this horrible, hideous, body-wrenching virus. I'm not over it, not by a long distance, but it's better today, thank god. I managed to work a half day yesterday and a half day today, with hope that I will log in another couple hours yet. With any luck, I might even get my voice back in another day or two.

Side question: Why is it that doctors are suddenly all about the OTC meds? Dude, if advil and robitussin had been handling this damned thing, I wouldn't have come to you in the first place.

Shhh.... Secret!

It feels like spring this week, and we all seem to be suffering from spring startitis. I'm not immune to the seasons!

Super Krissie has been knitting something fabulous lately that requires one skein of crack and one of Ritratto by S. Charles Collezione. The Ritratto has that pretty metallic shine, and crack, as we all know, makes everything look soft and warm and happy.

Put the two together, and you get an almost magical fabric. Hazy clouds of mohair and glints of bright metal. Almost sinfully soft, but sparkly. This is one where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

This is intended as a gift for a dear friend who knows about this blog but probably doesn't read it. I feel safe showing this little bit above, but I probably won't blog much about it on the off chance she might come over here to see what's happening. We don't get to see each other often, but when we do, she always asks to see my knitting. Hers is an honest interest, the same kind that leads me to ask after her cats even though I'm allergic to them. It's not about self. It's about other. She doesn't care about knitting, but she cares about me.

She doesn't have a birthday or any other event coming up, but after decades of friendship, I don't feel I really need a reason to give her something that makes me think of her.

Yeah, I'm a bit leery of gift knitting again after the Infamous Incident Regarding The Crib Afghan. But if anybody can help me recover, it's a friend like her.