Job, schmob

I KNIT. I'M A KNITTER. I KNIT!!! (Anyone else have a mental picture of Bill Murray strapped to a mast as they read the foregoing declaration?) I know that there are many, many knitters out there who are gainfully employed outside of their homes, and yet they still manage to knit in their off-hours. I was not one of those people. In the past 8 years since I started working for someone else, I've been at a virtual crafting standstill. As I am currently between jobs, I seem to have gotten my groove back. Who needs a job when there is so much neglected yarn crying out for love and attention?

I present to you my first WIP completed in, um... a very long time.  Oldest daughter Bob pilfered some Noro Kureyon #170 from my hoard (intended in the distant past for a Lizard Ridge afghan) and started this seed stitch neck warmer, oh--probably 4 years ago--and now I've finished it. We shall call it Bob's Little Neck Warmer! I know. My skillz as a wordsmith leave you stunned and amazed. It was a lovely bit of TV knitting that happened while watching Jesse Stone, starring the inimitable Tom Selleck. Ah, such fond memories of spending nearly every bus ride home from 6th grade discussing the FINE qualities of Magnum, PI.  Anywaysss... (You should know if you click that Jesse Stone link, that the trailer gives a good taste of the visuals in the Jesse Stone movies, but the trailer music is whack and doesn't match the show. So don't think your going to feel frenetic energy in this series of made-for-TV movies. The actual music in the movies is haunting and gorgeous--a perfect fit for the New England setting. I highly recommend them, especially if you love Tom Selleck playing tough and taciturn. Mmmmm.) I finished the neck warmer off during Friday Movie Night--and then in a moment of weakness, I let middle daughter Leeda dye my hair to match. You see, in the intervening years between my last shoeless post and this one, I had abandoned my friend Miss Clairol and embraced my natural silvery state. I should have recalled from my wool-dying days of yore that this would provide a perfect canvas for the magenta dye. It's BRIGHT, people! Leeda assures me it's a "temporary" dye, but if I have a job interview come through this week, I might have to renew my relationship with Miss Clairol. Too bad. I haven't missed her.