Sunday, November 19, 2006

"Inflicting" is Such a Harsh Word

In fact, the lads of Stitches and Britches seemed overjoyed to learn a new techniques. Having had two requests for demonstrations, I decided to prioritize.

First was the Twisted German cast-on, where we played "telephone" with each other, passing it around the table, each teaching the next person until it came back to me. Seeing that there were seven of us, it's amazing that the technique stayed intact, although the method by which it was taught was somewhat altered.

The second technique I taught was the Magic Loop. This wasn't quite as generally interesting to folks, but Franklin (who requested the technique) was appreciative and a bit befuddled that it actually works. It is one of those techniques that you have a hard time believing in until you see it, so I don't blame him in the least.

I have started the Christmas knitting. Okay, so it's only one object, and it's at the request of Meg. She's pretending that she doesn't know what it is, and the rule is that I'm not supposed to work on it when she's around. Of course, this idea went straight to hell this afternoon when I made her try it on to see if it would be too small. I told her to close her eyes, but she didn't bother. At least I'm not at the interesting part yet.

I have to finish the secret knitted object (with rodent on the front) by Friday because the mother of the intended recipient will be in town. I get to meet him for the first time (the intended recipient), which involves a drive out to northwest Indiana. Then I have two gigs back-to-back in Arlington Heights with Donnybrook, immediately followed by Breaking Up Thanksgiving for the weekend in Williams Bay, Wisconsin. Breaking Up is always a fun weekend for us, because we get to hang out with friends and play for the challenging contras workshop as the Cosmic Otters. I am also teaching a workshop on Celtic fiddling styles, and I'm not exactly sure what I am going to cover.

Speaking of Celtic fiddling styles, Meg and I have decided that it would be in my best interest to attend the Ceilidh Trail School of Celtic Music this upcoming summer. It sounds absolutely awesome, and I'm not sure I can wait that long! I wish there were more Cape Breton fiddlers or piano players in the area. You readers in the Boston area don't realize how lucky you are. I feel like I'm finally starting to get the style somewhat close to right, though it takes me awhile to warm up into the sound. It's not an easy style to learn, as it has taken me the better part of four years to get somewhat more comfortable with the tunesets. I owe much to Cape Breton Live for their nearly constant broadcast of live house parties and dances. Anyways, a week at the school could only help me get further down the road, and I am greatly looking forward to it.

We have a few hours to kill before we have to go D.J. our Celtic radio show at WHPK. Perhaps I will knit and make dinner between now and then.

1 comment:

Lanea said...

I miss my husband's old radio show. We found out about so many great bands that way.