What wonderful responses to my lace post. Thanks. I'm glad I've discovered something so many of you have known for a long time. I assume this is all a part of the plan for world domination (which, apparently, involves a knitting theme on Typepad). A mindfulness-based plan for world domination? Perhaps it's not world domination, but amazingly, Buddhist principles are making their mark in government and world affairs. Think we can get the current administration to try out some principles of compassion on our government? Take a page out of Bhutan's book? Okay, maybe not.
In knitting news, I'm birching along slowly. Risa is unstoppable, doing insane and amazing things with the birch pattern and knitting like a house afire. And I can't even use that "well, she doesn't have twins" excuse, because, well, she does. She's just that good. I'm okay with that.
As for spinning, I'm in a bit of a bobbin bottleneck and I need to finish plying the Copper Moth tussah before I can really get moving on Motley the Marvelous Montadale. This is not exactly a terrible thing, since I'm kind of loving the silk. I did a certain amount of hemming and hawing (I know, me?, can you believe it?), and with some advice from Marcy, I decided to just randomly ply them together. I think it works. The yarn is not my most even or well-plied. You should have heard Marcy barking at me (as per my request for coaching) at spinning group--STOP MOVING YOUR BACK HAND!--I did get good plying coaching though, and good long draw help as well, thanks Marcy! But, like the rest of my spinning, its inconsistency and imperfections are part of its charm. Oh, humor me, won't you?
As an aside, I've become very attached to taking photos in the garden outside my office door. It's also outside the College president's window, and, oh, every other senior administrator in the place. Do you think this is a bad professional move, to be photographing yarn and knitwear in front of every dean and VP on campus? Is that a stupid question? Does anyone have any illusions about the fact that I'm already considered pretty freaky, and at a liberal arts college, freakiness is quite a competitve category? Never mind. Given my absence of career aspirations, and the opportunity to pose my handspun on an antique sundial reading, "I COUNT THE BRIGHT HOURS ONLY," I shall choose not to worry about it. Here's another picture so you can better understand my dilemma.
Finally, we had an interesting thing happen in the car this morning on the way to preschool. Henry, just turned 3, was very excited to report that he tied his shoes together (he's good with string, funny, that). He was extremely upset at the idea of my untying them so he could walk and only acquiesced when I offered to take a picture.
So, the obvious conclusion, clearly, is that my son is a total freaking genius. I mean, the manual dexterity! The determination! The logic! The skill! I cannot fail to note, however, that he did tie his own shoes together in this display of brilliance unleashed. So perhaps the nonrefundable deposit at MIT will have to wait another year or two. I'm still saving, though.