Celtic Knot Rocks

I realized too late I needed some nice stuff to wash my Dad's new hat before giving it to him for his birthday. I know it's supposed to soften up the wool and it would be nice for the Noro on his head and ears. Dashing off to The Celtic Knot Yarn Shop in Ellicott City on my way back from physical therapy today I figured I could scoop up something, polish off the hat, and voila! Gift complete.

Sure of my mission I entered, pleased to see not only Carole the owner but Lindsay of Storm Moon Knits anxiously awaiting a special delivery. Lindsay is to be a cover girl of sorts I hear! But I digress. I announced my need for fine fiber care and was dismayed to hear Carole's worried "I think I sold the last . . ." Ugghh! Oh damn. Well I guess I gotta keep going then. Leave it to me to need to go shopping like a Christmas Eve - eleventh hour - last possible minute . . .

She fumbled in her big bag on the table.

Out popped not one but two stalwart samples of Soak. Her personal stash. She swore I was saving her from having it explode in her bag all over her projects.

I'm not the biggest, baddest knitter out there. I'm a slummer to a lot of fiber freaks. I use a lot of Acrilyc for a lot of charity projects and buy a lot of pretty string that I have lofty ideas of knitting into fantastic works of art for my family or heaven forbid - myself. breathe But I do love this thing we call knitting. And here Carole, recognizing a crazed woman about to schlep out in search of Blaa Blaa Yarn Shop to score some

LYS may come and go, but I'll be back at The Celtic Knot Yarn Shop for more.

It is unfortunate however that "The Late" precedes my name. I had forgotten Bobby had won tickets to a movie that night and off we went after my nap. Wednesday was my birthday. Yes, I share a birthday with my nephew four days after my Dad. Since it was my birthday we went out to Eggspectation to celebrate for breakfast. With PT, OT, drop off and pick up a car, and furiously knitting - I still didn't finish.

So here's how it went.

With everyone sitting in the living room, I picked up Dad's hat, still on the needles, and started a row.

"This is great yarn. It comes from Japan, Toy(so does she). Isn't is nice?" We talk a bit about knitting and she tells my sister how she used to make gloves with tiny needles as a small child. Each finger done separately on three needles like mine. I continued "I'm making this with yarn I got the first day of my treatment - it's a gift for a very special guy, but you know me - I'm not done yet. So Dad, would you try it on so I can see if it'll fit when I'm done?" He gave a start. And a big grin.

At least I saved Carole from the horrors of leaky Soak in her bag.

And I will be back to buy a nice bottle when the shipment comes in.

THAT'S A PEACE SIGN
MY DAD SAWED OFF PART OF HIS FINGER A WHILE BACK !

Oh Gawd. I bought yarn.

My Dad's birthday is November 10 and I decided to make him a hat with the needles he bought me last Christmas. Great planning, I know - I gotta knit this up fast. Nothing I got at Stitches was appropriate. Dang. I had to buy yarn. But it's not my fault. No! Really! Blame my husband. We were celebrating a bit this morning and my husband decided to take me to find Woolworks, a shop he says received the honor of "Best Yarn Shop in Baltimore" by City Paper. Three skeins of Noro Kureyon later, I was happy.

Two skeins of Noro is plenty for my Dad's big head. The last one will start my first square of Lizard ridge from Knitty. I'll be able to identify the block 'cause it will match my father's hat. I wanted to get my first Noro at Stitches East, but they were out before I remembered to get one. My plan is to make a square with yarn from different places I visit on vacation or to commemorate milestones of some sort. A memory Blankie. Today was the first day of my treatment for brain cancer.

A fine reason to buy yarn I think.