It never rains but…
You guessed it – Wh*te H*at and VK in the same post yesterday.
The book is intensely irritating, but I am tackling it bravely. I’m going for the set pieces. One of the big things about Higginson – perhaps the big thing – is that he and a hot number named Mabel Loomis Todd edited the first (posthumous) edition of Dickenson’s poetry. The punctuation is simplified, rhymes and meters smoothed to Victorian taste.
This was long regarded as a considerable failure on Higginson’s part. My mother exonerates him – perhaps for the first time; I’m no Dickenson scholar -- putting the blame squarely on Todd. Higginson had made his considerable name and position available to get the poems into print – publishers weren’t keen. He wanted to oblige the family, to which he vaguely thought Todd belonged.
W*neapple comes to the same conclusion; she’s welcome to it, as long as she doesn’t suppose she got there first. So that’s the part I’m reading, switching back and forth between the books.
VK is wonderful. Why has Trisha Malcolm popped up again as editor? What happened to Adina Klein? Gossip, please.
Kaffe’s reworking of an old idea of his, using his new Colorscape yarn. As intarsia goes, it would be pretty easy, too.
Mari Muinonen’s hoodie -- everybody’s knitting it over on Ravelry.
And I’m seriously interested in several others – the great thing about this issue is that one doesn’t recoil in horror from the extreme designs.
I found this pattern for a Monmouth cap. Rather tempting. Tamar, thank you for the detail. (Knitting08816, we lived in West Allenhurst, Monmouth County, NJ. I went to Asbury Park High School made relatively famous somewhat later when Bruce Springsteen attended it. Your latter hypothesis is the right one – I am a transplanted Yank.)
And meanwhile, back at the ranch…
The swallowtail coat is finished. Here it is in its rough state. Maybe it doesn’t need buttons. I’m really rather proud of it, speaking as one who had never knit a swallowtail coat before.
So today I hope I will resume the Princess. It seems a particularly appropriate way to spend my last day on earth – I am assuming here that we will all be sucked into the man-made black hole when they turn on the experiment at CERN tomorrow.