Thursday, March 27, 2008

Pushing The Button

Whenever I complete a knitting project, I feel a wee bit of pride. Something is done. It's over. It's in someone else's lovely hands now.

With socks, hats, gloves, etc - I give it a little bath in a big bowl of shampoo-water, and it hangs out for a while to dry. But with larger things, like with Little Miss Miranda's goes in the washer. Fortunately, I have a kick-ass washer with settings such as "hand wash" - but, still. I have to push a button. And hope that my woven-in-ends don't unravel the whole darned thing and I end up with a wad of wet string in the washer when done. Yes, I know - totally illogical. But I think about it just the same (much as I sometimes think that, mid-quasi-sleep, our ceiling fan in the bedroom is a large spider...ridiculous, but real at that moment).

So...since I know you sometimes read this blog now - if you share a name with a little crippled boy in A Christmas Carol (or, for that matter, a horned questioner in front of a Python bridge), or if you share a name with a particularly beautiful California town - know that a certain something has been made with nothing but love and hugs - and I hope to god it's not a big pile of yarn in a few hours. I love you both to pieces, and your little boy is too adorable for words. I can't wait to meet him.

By the way - thank you SO MUCH to my dearest older brother and my upstate mom for helping me to fight MS. You rock!


Thora said...

You finished! WOOT!

Tim Russell said...

Oh my goodness! How wonderful and exciting. I'm sure that a little boy who shares his name with an American sculptor will love to snuggle up with a certain something made with love by you. Can't wait for you to meet him.