Guess what – the brown sweater is off needles and ready to be pieced! I should get it done before too much longer – but not before I cast on my next project. Maybe next weekend? Or the weekend after? I’ll let you know and post photos when it’s done.
South of Broad looks so tiny on top of that huge pile of sweater parts, but don’t be fooled – it’s 512 pages long, much of it unintentionally amusing. I actually really am looking forward to reading it again, even though it’s not exactly Pat Conroy’s best. I remember a pair of characters – a dating couple – named Frasier and Niles, apparently without a shred of irony. I remember a surprise twist ending involving a man locked in a shed during a hurricane and a child-molesting priest. I remember a minor character named Macklin Tijuana Jones; when this book first came out in 2009, I vowed that if I ever had a male cat, I would name him Macklin Tijuana Jones, and if I acquired a male cat right now I would still give him that name. I believe I also remember some hackneyed San Francisco scenes, some odd attempts at James Joyce references, and a centaur-like father. And finally, I believe that, somewhere in the pages of South of Broad, mayonnaise is described in lurid detail. I will be turning the pages gingerly.
Fall is here. I’m teaching in a school again, though only on a temporary basis through the end of October, and I’ve been in a contemplative mood lately. September is a good month for knitting.
Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things.