I have suspended sewing this week for talking at the TV and knitting.
It is Miss Heidi's birthday in two weeks and I have decided that I need to knit her a sweater. Every time I ask my daughter what she needs I am told that she can use what Scarlett has- subsequent child syndrome.
Having grown up with a red headed sister behind me who had to wear my red velvet Christmas dresses I have decided to disregard what might be in the hand me down box and make originals for this little sister.
Problem is I am the world's slowest knitter.
The only boost I am getting is the US presidential election. This keeps me up late and knitting and entertained. Mr. Romney has been particularly helpful this past week in that regard. I talk at the TV expressing my own expert analysis and offering insights only Mr. Rascal and a sleeping husband can hear.
This is helping with the row count.
What interests me is that no one has called me in as a commentator. I have so much to say.
BTW my past life has a politico has made me aware of one reality. Elections are won by whoever gets the vote out.
You have no idea.
Whatever candidate has folks who will go pick up the old folks in the rain and drive them to the poll, whoever has people go over and watch the kids at supper time so the parents can get down and vote, whoever works the phones and calls people who have promised to vote on the day to see if they in fact have done so today, will probably win.
That is why the worst thing you want just before an election is some sense that it is in the bag, then your voters, too busy at the grocery store, don't make it to the polls.
On the day (or days in the case of advance polls) it's the neigbours who make it happen not the Superpacs.
OK enough of that.
I have to get this sweater done because I am having a pants crisis and have some sweater knit from Metro Textiles and some knit from Parons I need to get sewn up before I drop my credit card on their counters too when I go to NYC.
And I am pretty ready to do that.