The inside of the market near our flat

So this afternoon I realized two things: first, that we humans are prepared to think the worst of one another, don’t you think? And secondly, that I’m a cynic. To give a little context, this morning I was talking to Luke about what we think it will be like moving back to the US after being away for so long — specifically, how we’ll cope with the insane politics and the especially charged political atmospher right now, and wouldn’t it just be better if we stayed in England where we have NHS and people don’t own guns? That got us talking about the US new health care bill and the Tea Party movement and all the hype about elections coming up, and how all of those things sound so crazy when you look at them from a foreigner’s perspective (particular a European’s). Anyways, that got us theorizing (because we know what we’re talking about, right?) about how we think the United States as we know it will cease to be within our lifetime, and we just hope the transition isn’t violent, but when you got crazy gun-weilding Tea Partiers running around, who’s to say it won’t be? Besides, it’s kind of already begun with Irag and Afghanistan, right?

And then, thankfully, later today I had the opportunity to read another silly person’s doomsday prediction and it made me laugh at myself a little (in that sad, ironic way).  I was reading abook review of a book that blames environmentalists and naive leftist politicians for starting an ideological war about the whole global warming “myth,” and I couldn’t help but read some of the comments … do you see where this is going? One of the said commenters made a statement along the lines that he’s convinced environmentalists are just as capable of commiting genocide and other atrocities on the same scale as their communist forerunners.  Sound crazy? Sound a little like some other crazy person’s “prediction?” That person being moi.

This is not really a political rant. My husband and I don’t know squat about politics and we like it that way.  We like to cook together and go for walks and knit and have conversations with people, and we have this crazy dream that, one day, people will stop doing this.  The comment to that book review was equally silly.  I guess it just made me laugh a little (in that sad, ironic way) to think how quick silly people on either side of an argument are to assume the absolute, devilish worst of one another.

It’s also reminded me why I knit.

And speaking of, I finished that piece for my sister finally! I dropped it in the post on Monday, so I can’t post pictures until I know she’s received it. But let me just say, it was about bloody time. In total, it took 8 months of work, on and off, but it’s finally finished. If you remember, I followed Kieran Foley’s gorgeous pattern for the Cold Mountain scarf. More to come about how I messed up on the pattern, missed both gift-giving deadlines, but still ended up with a pretty alright finished product. It was my first every lace pattern, too!

In the meantime, here’s what I’ve been working on.

The start of a crocheted pink beret... otherwise refered to at the giant pink doily.

You guessed it, the first on my long list of Christmas gifts. Luckily, the stylish pattern by CreativeYarn takes, literally, 2 hours to whip up. No joke. Even for me and I’m slow as, well, Christmas.

Also I’m working to turn this ball of nondescript yarn into a hat for my bro-in-law. Actually, “nondescript” is an unfair adjective for this beautiful and lush, man-for-men Italian alpaca, wool and acrylic by Linus! I got it while we were on our honeymoon in Maine — yeah, which, by the way, did you hear about that dummy who deleted all their honeymoon photos? No, you didnt? Oh, well, story to come… just too bad I won’t have any fotos to go along with it.

That yarn is destined for this pattern by Kris Percival.  Manly ribbed hat for a manly yarn.