i am happy to report, albeit briefly, that i have, at last left sleeveland. i cast off the second featherweight sleeve last night (phone photo sorry):
and now have only two tiny cuff seams and some ends to sew in, and a light blocking to perform:
i am very happy with it. i made some mods that means it fits me really well, one of my best efforts in that department actually, and its so soft and smooshy i want to wear it right now. but it will be ready to go, and to blog about properly, on the weekend.
it nearly didnt get finished though. last night i was so frustrated with the cuff i nearly hurled it across the room. i knitted the cuffs back and forth rather than in the round because round-garter stitch doesnt look right, but it was still difficult because its only a short cuff, attached to a tube-sleeve, which meant i couldnt actually knit it flat, i still had to magic loop it. the tightness of still-being-attached to the sleeve made the joins stretch and i dropped some stitches, and then i got distracted by the football, and my measurements werent right, but it came good and now its done.
speaking of football. i performed a bit of surgery on my twitter account recently, dropping a heap of people i dont actually know or like, including a lot of politicians journalists and social commentators i had been following. i got sick of their inane one liners during question time, designed purely to make themselves feel clever and not actually tell us anything useful, and then i got really sick of the smugness of ‘who cares about the world cup soccer is a stupid game’ thing. it got me thinking about how that plays out in australia, that there is a perception by the ‘chattering classes’ that if you are into sport you are some kind of bogan, and the reverse, that if you are not, you are an elitist chardonnay sipper. i suspect the reality lies somewhere in the middle, and i think the one journalist i did keep following, latika bourke, has that balance right. she is quite happy to tweet equally about question time and the socceroos, she doesnt apologise for it, and i think this is great.
i am not ashamed to admit i like sport. i was bought up with rugby league, my dad was a souths junior and some of my earliest memories are wearing his red and green jersey and the red and green velvet bunny my grandma made me. i still go for souths, though i would rather watch union these days. its true, i dont like the way it is mythologised and masculinised in the australian context, and i dont like the racism, sexism and boofheadism that prevails in some of it, but those elements dont make it all bad, and liking soccer, rugby union or even rugby league doesnt make me a bogan. hoping that my country does well at the world cup does not make me nationalistic either, in cricket for example i am more than happy to see those smug arrogant gum chewers whacked out of the park by anyone other than england.
really, i think i like watching sport because its fun. i deal with so much heavy stuff at work, i read serious books, and it gets tiresome after a while. sport isnt about life or death (although that game against germany on monday morning felt like it), it can bring people together, it can provide an escape out of poverty and misery unimaginable to those sipping on their chardonnay! so i swapped a heap of high brow twitter people for some low brow sports people, including the very funny @cupfever show on sbs. for the next few months, with state of orgin, rugby union test matches, the world cup, i am going to be one of those annoying tweeters who carps on endlessly about goals, red cards, strange hair cuts and shoe colours, and im just going to enjoy it. i think a bit of light hearted fun in a world that too often takes itself way too seriously is a nice way to get an emotionally bruised and broken-elbowed self through what looks like being a long winter.
and the most important thing about sport? it makes really good background tv to knit to. i could do without the vuvuzelas though…..