I had a hard time thinking of a nice campfire song, but I think the title shall do. Labor Day is one of my favorite holidays of the year. For the past 6 (maybe 7) years, SK & I have been camping with a large group of friends. Real camping! With tents & hole-in-the-ground pissers. Oh we've added an air mattress & a coffee press, but it's still primitive. We drive into a very tiny town to watch the opening football game in the only bar for miles & we canoe on Sunday, that's been the plan for years. The in-between hours are filled with lots of beer, conversation, music, & no responsibilities. I've missed it once. I was only a couple months into the pregnancy with Gus. Since there's lots of beer, I felt like I'd be out of place. My parents took pity on me & promised to watch Gus every year after. The following year, my breast pump was one with nature.
SK & I are the only campers that have a child, so for us it's a weekend of adultness. We don't get to see our friends as often as we'd like or in the settings that we're used to seeing them in. Dinners are fun, but hanging out at bars & concerts are a little more fun (or I imagine them to be). This year, there was no discussion of me staying behind. I keep trying to explain to my friends, that the no-drinking part of pregnancy becomes less important with each passing month (sure Sam Adam's commercials make my mouth-watering, but I'll survive). I just want to be somewhere that insurance adjusters can't reach me. I want to be crammed in a dingy bar & yell when we score a TD. I want to wake up & smell like campfire. I want the only poop I see to be nestled in the bottom of a dirt hole, not in a diaper. I decided not to go canoing. Who can do a 12 mile trip down the river sober? I've got my limits. I'd rather come home to an empty house & learn how to bind a quilt. Maybe I am becoming a responsible adult after all.
The Tilted Duster & I got off to a nasty start. As much as I tried, Berkshire from Webs wasn't going to work for the sweater. I still was not getting 4.25 stitches on a US 6. I'm determined to make a sweater that fits me through the pregnancy & into the months when breastfeeding is going to be a chilly adventure. I'm making the Medium sweater with a 40 inch bust. That should fit & anything larger is going to look silly once the boobs go down. After completing the entire back with Berkshire & US 6s, my arms were hurting & the sweater would have turned out larger. Screw it, I'm buying the yarn. There wasn't an enormous price difference between the two yarns, but I had to find a color that they had 8 skeins of. I wasn't about to wait on the project any longer. In come Tabaco & off I went.
Since we live very close to Yarnmarket's warehouse, I knew the yarn would be here quick. Yesterday afternoon, a lovely man brightened my day. The yarn isn't as chocolaty as Coffee Bean. There's a grayish tint to it, but I do enjoy the color. The yarn has a texture that I can't describe. It isn't itchy or scratchy, & there's a nice halo around the yarn. Sometimes it feels like I'm knitting with yarn that's been dragged in the corners of our hardwood floors & has picked up some guests. But I got gauge on US8 & the fabric still has it's drape. I finished the back last night & I'm hoping to get a side done later this evening.
I'll leave you with some camping essentials. I finished up a Zeebee for myself out of the Berkshire. Beautiful yarn (I'm thinking of some afghans)! The hat will be very warm & I won't spend time clawing at my forehead. Instead of an invisible join, I thought a nice pop of green in the form of a 3-needle-bind-off gave the hat character. I can't leave home without a book. Since I won't be hungover in the mornings, I need something to do. I absolutely love this book. Don't be surprised if I post pictures of homemade cheeses. And finally, the most important device of the weekend, SK picked up a headlamp for bedtime reading. I think it'll be the perfect way to light the path to the toilet & to make sure no snakes are going to bite my ass.
Have a great Labor Day weekend!