baby blanket and a dynasty, all in one night.
Tonight I finished the baby blanket from hades. It was miles (ok, only inches, maybe even feet) of stockinette. Yet, for the last few months, it has mocked me. It mocked everything I want, am working towards, am worried about, and don’t have yet. It took up space in my project basket. It stared at me daily querying why oh why don’t you love me. It’s soft fuzziness made me sneeze. It’s squishiness made me go down needle size after needle size so that little tiny baby fingers didn’t poke their way through the fabric. I knitted this blanket with love. I knitted it with hope. I finished it while watching the Red Sox play the first and fourth games of the World Series. Given that the baby in question is going to be a die hard Red Sox fan, I’m sure some day his momma will tell him the story of this series, of this fan by marriage, of this blanket.
Tonight is also the birth of a baseball dynasty, as the Red Sox win another World Series. I sit here, a Mets fan, weeping with joy. Of course, that joy might come from getting to watch Jonathan Papelbon in spandex. The world may never know.
Pictures of said baby blanket will be forthcoming when it is washed and blocked. Now I will watch the Red Sox celebrate and celebrate for myself the fact that I can go to bed at a regular time tomorrow night. Go BOSX!
