I was compelled to put my husband's sweater aside for a bit, after I realized I had made a mistake with the armhole decreases on the already completed back. The fix involves ripping out at least 25 or 30 rows, and I just couldn't face it.

In the meantime, I made this for a new baby in the family:

Cute, isn't it? I think the buttons make it work. It's based on a free online pattern from Bernat. I've also started a Wallaby for the new baby's older brother. When it's done, I'll try to return to my big sweater project.

Yesterday we went to the Soulard Farmer's Market, figuring it would be quiet on a rainy day. I love going there---and thinking of all the people who've traded there since it began in 1779.

Not knitting related, but certainly blog related---my dean sent me this link today and I thought it was worth sharing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gmP4nk0EOE

I imagine teaching communications always involves desperately trying to keep up. That's what's fun about it.

Diligently working on the sweater for my husband. I've finished the back, and I'm about a third of the way on the front. It's not exactly hard to knit, it's just that it takes a lot of attention. You can't just knit without thinking on this one. My next project is going to be mindless, I'll tell you that.

A student of mine asked me about knitting for something he is writing. I said that I think it is interesting how women (and men, but let's face it, mostly women) are returning to the domestic arts. Perhaps they never left them, but I think the increase in younger knitters can be read as a victory for women. We feel able to express ourselves through traditional crafts because we are no longer limited to them. Does that make sense?

Today is the second Bloggers ( Silent) Poetry Reading. This has always been one of my favorites.


SOUP

I saw a famous man eating soup.
I say he was lifting a fat broth
Into his mouth with a spoon.
His name was in the newspapers that day
Spelled out in tall black headlines
And thousands of people were talking about him.

When I saw him,
He sat bending his head over a plate
Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon.

--Carl Sandburg

((This is a corrected attribution---as Seymour pointed out. Thank you, baby boy.)