Today may or may not be the first day of fall.
- It’s 65 degrees.
- It’s raining.
- I wore wool socks (hand-knit, obviously) and rainboots, jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
- It’s still AUGUST! Stop that, Providence!
Either way, I’m definitely hunkering down for fall- although I’m not sure what classes I’m taking yet, I have at least ordered a new backpack. Also, I’m working on a pair of socks with the leftover yarn from my sweater- I’m almost to the toe on the first one. Observe:
The pattern is Nine-to-Five Socks.
I’ve been a bit lax on blogging for the past week- I didn’t have my camera at home and was thus less likely to post. Either way, NO PICTURE FOR YOU today anyway.
The summer is coming to a close, and looking back, I couldn’t have asked for a better last-summer-in-college.
Not too hot, like the summer after freshman year. That year I arrived in Providence to be assaulted by a 105 degree heat wave.
Not to rainy, like last summer where there was barely any sunshine until July.
Lots of friends- not all of my close friends, who I dearly miss and look forward to seeing in just a few days, but people I enjoyed getting closer to.
Productive: not only have I worked a great deal and finished all but one-and-half med school applications, which will be done before classes, but I also accomplished a few creative goals- I’ve painted, drawn, knitted a complete sweater, crocheted an afghan, and decorated my room.
And I’ve made so many memories over the past few months- and past few years. Here’s to a fantastic last summer in Providence, and here’s hoping my year will be just as wonderful. It’s hard to believe that this is my last year, but I intend to take full advantage of it.
I’m getting a little sad over here. Please excuse me.
A serious of vignettes from my back yard:
I notice my dog acting strangely outside. “Max, STOP EATING THAT. Oy it’s still moving. Drop that lizard RIGHT NOW.”
I decide to go for a swim. After putting on SPF 30 and being in the pool for a half hour, I have a distinct tanline. The pool is not quite at bathtub temperatures, but I’ve been swimming in Rhode Island most recently. I laugh as my mom eases her way in.
My mom looks up from her book. “Jeff. JEFF. There’s a frog on the clock. Would you get this frog off the clock?”
It displeases me greatly that many of my more-frequented beaches down here are CLOSED because of some dumb-ass bacteria. Not cool, bacteria. Whatever, I’ll go to a different beach. That’ll show them.
It may actually be too hot to swim. It’s 92 right now with a high of 95, which I guess isn’t so bad, but it’s also more humid here than in Providence. I feel like I may have gotten used to North Atlantic water because dipping my toe in our pool feels pretty much like a bathtub.
Here I am, being in Florida. I am in “my house,” or as I refer to it when my mom’s not around, “my parent’s house.” SORRY MOM.
Having a ball of leftover yarn from my sweater, I decided to start on a pair of socks to match. I decided on a pattern I’ve used before, Nine to Five Socks, which is nice and stretchy and full of class, much like myself. I did some AWESOME technologizing and got the pattern onto my iPod Touch, because I’m much too important to own a printer and thus be able to print it out.
I cast on (read: put the initial stitches onto the needles) in the airport while waiting for my flight and immediately attracted the attention of a little girl, maybe around six or seven. She was full of questions. What are you doing? Why does it go on all those sticks? What are you making? Could you knit shoes? Mom, when will you knit me a sweater? How do you know how? What are you counting?
Her mom looked a bit embarrassed and tried to make grownup conversation but the kid was way having none of that and proceeded to tell me (after I told her mom what I was doing after college) that her daddy was a doctor and he works at the hospital and that’s where he meets his girlfriends like Miriam who is the one he is in love with. Her mother sighed. I can only hope that her parents have been divorced for a while.
I babysat all through middle and high school, and I learned one thing for sure. Kids are so honest- and you can’t get mad at them for hurting your feelings. Children I have babysat for have calmly informed me “Daddy likes beer a whole lot,” “Mommy and Daddy say the love us very much but don’t love each other anymore,” “Today I saw a really ugly lady,” and other delightful observations. It’s all quite hilarious, until it’s directed at you, which has happened more than once.
In other news, things about Florida:
- Oh hi family!
- My house is like those stupid puzzles where you have to find the difference between two pictures. I never liked those.
- My dog has been shaved. That is all.
- There are palm trees up in here.
- Air conditioning is a thing! Who knew. I brought my sweater down with me to show off and I’m actually wearing it comfortably right now.
Guys. Guys. Guys. I finished the sweater. No seriously.
Note the ribbed area around the front: THIS TOOK SO LONG. So many freaking stitches I didn’t even count, back and forth for FOUR INCHES of ribbing. I hate ribbing. It is the worst stitch. Unlike stockinette or garter stitch*, it isn’t quite mindless enough to completely pay attention to something else, so you can’t fully devote your attention to watching Mad Men. Or some educational documentary. I actually shouldn’t say that too shiftily, I’ve been enjoying Boston Med.
But anyway: a finished sweater! On that fits! One that I will actually wear!
As you can see by the crappy mirror picture, I do need to wet it so I can even out the ribbing in the front, but other than that, woo! I can’t wait for it to get cold so I can wear it. I may make a belt for it, but it’s designed to be belted, pinned, or just hang open and I think it looks good open. I may also add pockets.
*Note on stitches: grab a piece of knit cloth to look at. A t-shirt will work if you have good eyesight but a knit sweater is better if you have one. If you look at a plain area, you will notice small V’s, which are knit stitches. If you look on the reverse side (unless there is a facing), there are small bars, which are purl stitches. A purl is simply a reversed knit, and vice versa. Stockinette stitch is the usual, flat knitting: knit 1 row, purl 1 row, forming a plain fabric. Garter is knit every row, producing a ridged fabric. These are the two most basic knit fabrics. Rib is alternating knit and purl stitches, which end up scrunching together accordion-style, which is why I need to adjust the front so it looks nicer. The ribbing in this patter is 2×2 (knit 2, purl 2).