Love Letter To My Knitting

Dear Cowl...Sweet Cowl...Wonderful 3-Color Cashmere Cowl,

We knew that eventually this would have to end.  We’ve been together for a almost month and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.  The tidy ribbing, the neat rows of eyelets, the skinny stripes (with the surprise pop of color), the subtly enticing all-over pattern of tiny purl bumps, the lace (oh, the lace!)…and now here we are on the last set of jaunty stripes.  Fourteen more rows and then the last little tryst for the final ribbing…and then there are only the last bits of the affair...the washing (you out of my hair), the blocking (all calls and messages) and the weaving in of loose ends (throwing out the detritus you’ve left around the house).

But if I know you, you’ll be hanging round my neck…and I’ll be loving you all over again.  You’ll keep me warm, and make me feel cute.  

Just…a word of warning.  Don’t go green with jealousy should I decide to make a second one.  (I like you too much in browns and madder.)  But you know, one in white, cobalt, and sunny, sunny yellow would also be fun…and yes, I may have already bought the yarn.  And yes, someday I will be buying cashmere for a third one…and maybe that cashmere one will end up being my favorite…but you’ll always be my first.  

Fondly,

Your Loving Knitter

Hercule Poirot, Let Him Rest In Peace

I finished Sophie Hannah's The Monogram Murders this morning.

I should start by saying that I am a huge Christie fan.  I spent much of my babysitting money (all 50 cents an hour!) on paperback Christie mysteries purchased in the basement of the University Bookstore in Charlottesville.  My favorites were the Miss Marple mysteries but I also loved Hercule.

When it was announced that Sophie Hannah was going to be writing a new Poirot mystery, I was dubious.  At that point I hadn't read any of Hannah's books but just the thought of someone trying to recreate the magic...it didn't seem possible.  But then, a month or so ago, I read a Hannah mystery - Kind of Cruel - and thought it was pretty enjoyable.  So I thought I'd wait and get The Monogram Murders from the library.  And then I read a glowing review in the NYT Book Review section of The Monogram Murders.  So I bought the book.

Mistake.

It's an overwritten, over-convoluted, so-complicated-you-end-up-not-carrying-who-did-what-to-whom mystery.  Poirot is obnoxious...his character is just off somehow.*  And his Scotland Yard sidekick, Catchpool (Hastings...oh how I missed Hastings...is mentioned once by Poirot) is an idiot.  A neurotic idiot.  A stupid neurotic idiot.  And the mystery is not just over-complicated, it's totally unbelievable. 

Let's let Poirot rest easy now.  Let's not dig him up again.  And, for God's sake, leave Miss Marple alone!

*  Edited days later to add - I can tell you one scene that really seemed off to me.  Poirot's standing over a grave (a 13-year old grave -- he didn't know the people) and says that it needs flowers.  Catchpool says something about it being November so no flowers and Poirot bends down and draws a flower in the mud with his finger.  So, so un-Poirot!)  

Oh...Hey There...

So, I've been ignoring this silly blog.  I mean, it had gotten so that it was boring me and I was the one writing it.  So I stopped for a while.  And the while stretched out and now, here we are, almost two and a half years later.  My, how time flies.

I don't know if I'll be making posting a regular thing.  I spend a lot of time on Ravelry, so I have less need to write about my knitting.  Though I am still knitting a lot.  Right now I'm participating in the Loopy Academy, run by The Loopy Ewe, an amazing yarn shop out in Colorado.  I have three projects that I need to complete in the next four months, with the parameters for those projects set by Sheri (The Loopy Ewe's owner).  I've done the first one already, a slipped stitch cowl, and have started the second, which has to be striped.  (Another cowl.)  The last project had to be something felted...haven't decided on that one yet.  And I like the slipped stitch cowl well enough but I may be doing something else in its place...it's not really that impressive.

Reading...nothing has really thrilled me so far this year.  Right now I'm reading Sophie Hannah's reincarnation of Hercule Poirot...The Monogram Mystery.  It's...okay.  Something is slightly off with Poirot and his policeman sidekick, someone named Catchpool, is incredibly irritating.  Still, I'm sure there was something good I've read in the last couple of years that I should mention. 

And maybe I'll even remember how to add pictures!

Let's see how long I keep this up...if it seems to be sticking around, maybe I'll let people know...."She's ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ck!"