

Last night the theme was “Dancing Under the Stars” and they played a variety of big band music as well as other dancables. Not being liquored up enough to try the Fox Trot (the sober me says, “I don’t know how to do the Fox Trot”. The beer-fortified me says, “The Fox Trot? I know how to do that. It’s basically the Funky Chicken but with more seizure-like movements.”) Anyway, as the sober me took in the music (really, it just isn’t cool to get smashed and do Funky Chicken variations while watching a symphony performance. And it just wouldn’t do to spend the rest of the night horking into your mother-in-laws shoes, either). So, instead I took in the music and worked on my new skill, cable knitting:

Did you know that knitting used to be a male dominated profession? I was reading up on the history of knitting (Whoa. Three years ago I would have clawed my eyes out if I had been made to read that. Am I getting old or just boring?). Anyway, I read that the profession actually required rigorous training before you could become a bona- fide “knitter”. Aspiring knitters (young men) would study for years under the wing of an experienced knitter and were often required to perform an apprenticeship abroad to learn a variety of styles. Knitting was also much faster then than it is today, because they used sheaths over one of their hands to help facilitate moving the yarn over the needle, and it was a movement that required the whole body in sort of a rocking motion. The Victorian Era brought a change in which women learned that they could make their own garments and household furnishings with the same skill, and gradually women took over the profession. Come on ladies! First we feminize knitting, next urinals!
That cable looks great! Cables make me nuts; I'm more the pattern-of-big-holes sort of knitter myself. Sitting on the grass knitting to the symphony sounds great.
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