Monday, August 20, 2007

Love the Mason-Dixon Knitting

The Mason-Dixon heartbreakingly cute kimono is growing quickly and nearly finished. I hope it grows up before the recipient outgrows it. Making this led to my second knitting epiphany.

The first knitting epiphany was a jumble of thoughts: finishing projects is satisfying; children are small; therefore finishing a knitted project for a child would be more satisfying than knitting for an adult. The size of the child and the size of the knitter count when determining the quantity of satisfaction.

A five-year-old child's knitted garment is the equivalent satisfaction factor of X. A newborn's clothing, being ever so much smaller, rates a satisfaction factor of approximately 7X -- the purest ectasy possible when knitting. Imagine the equisite satisfaction and near instant gratification of a newborn's baby bootie. A full-grown adult's sweater would be X/5 or 0.2X. Being well-rounded and fluffy of figure, the satisfaction factor of knitting a garment for myself is X/7.

As you can plainly see, 7x > X/7. Therefore, knitting babies clothes is better.

Here's the rub (and the second epiphany). Kids grow quickly. If you cannot knit quickly enough or get it in the mail with appropriate haste, the joy is lost. Just multiply your satisfaction factor by 0.

A quick analysis reveals that even a sweater knitted for myself at X/7 is far more satisfying than 7X(0). If you're going to make this gamble, knowing full well that the returns are great, then clear your calendars and pull out your knitting needles. You'll have to sprint for that finish line.

The inevitable cat picture: Norah with her litter mates. That sweet little black thing -- all by himself is her brother Magraw. The black kittens in the litter were separated. Magraw is at Petsmart West and waiting for someone to adopt him.
The woman who placed Norah with me suggested we would like Magraw. She says that folks are very reluctant to adopt black cats and kittens. Part of me wants him to have a wonderful home, and I know he'd get that at our house. But holy smokes! We'd have three cats. One of those cats is eleven years old and pretty grumpy about the first cat.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I can't believe people don't want black cats. When I was little (and even more allergic to cats), I desperately wanted a black cat with green eyes....