Olympic knitting with Meezers

In the language of the 50’s, “a good time was had by all”. The Olympians continue to amaze and inspire. I continue to knit. The Meezers continue to supervise. Here are Torie and I at work. Much progress has been made on the vest. The fronts and back have been knit and assembled; the collar has been knit on; and I am knitting the back bottom band. Torie has kept a close eye on the pattern to keep me on track.

Torie is not the only Meezer keeping watch with Meowmy, although she would like you to think so. At my feet, acquiescing to Torie’s demands, is my loyal Minky. When Torrie observes kitty nap time elsewhere, Minky happily snoozes on my lap while I knit.

A muggle reading this might find it about as exciting as watching grass grow. As a knitter, it doesn’t get much better than this. We, the Meezers and I, have been having a wonderful Olympics. How about you?

Olympic Knitting

Can’t you just hear the knitting needles as knitters around the world embrace knitting during the Olympics? There has been much less activity than usual on Ravelry because we’re all glued to the Olympics (and our knitting). I have been having a great time knitting with Berroco Jasper, a 100% merino in Mochia Blue. I’ve always been easily amused by variegated yarn. This one has a marvelous, soft hand and long color changes. It’s being knit up in the Striped Modular Vest by Andra Knight-Bowman, found in the September, 2008 Creative Knitting. (You can see the pattern on Ravelry). So far I have the two back pieces sewn, but not blocked.

I took this outside to get a reasonable color accuracy, and found myself being loudly heckled! The floatilla of Mallard ducks that lives in our lake had arrived. As best I could count (they keep moving!) there were 26 of them today.

The flock began with about a dozen adults purchased for the lake, and now represents the addition of the spring ducklings becoming (almost) adults. There was one flock member absent this afternoon. We have a recent addition, a single, large white goose. She looks like the Trojan Horse of duckies – twice as big, and all white. The ducks swim quickly and smoothly, but the goose bobs up and down as she paddles, and brings up the rear. On occasion, they let her be the ceremonial parade marshal, and follow her down the lake.

I couldn’t resist one beauty shot for you. This rose is named Oklahoma, and is a granddaughter of the Chrysler Imperial variety. It blooms profusely, but is not as fragrant as the damask roses. It is the best I could do to hand you a bouquet for your Olympic achievements.