Sometimes, working in a public library is the best thing ever.
I put out adverts for my upcoming (less than a week! Oh My God!) intermediate crochet class all around the town (newspapers, posters in the library, etc) and this lovely woman who comes into the library at least once a week called me up the other day. She asked if I could use crochet hooks for my students, as she is nearing 90 years old and the handwork has gotten beyond her. I said of course I could use them, and thank you for offering. Today she called me up and asked if I could use any knitting needles. Well of course I could, and you are a dear.
When I got back to work from my lunch break I found a bag full of knitastic goodness.
I found booklets (one from 1941)
This one has designs in it for size 35 and 50 needles, and I suspect that the enormous Reynolds Jumbo Jet needles I have are size 50 (because really, how could they not be). I’m currently holding onto the needles purely for the comic relief. I may decide to let them go (what, like into the wild?) someday. Someday, but not now.
I also found the tiniest crochet hook I’ve ever seen (steel size 12).
Yes, I’m sure there are smaller ones, you wacky crochet-with-cobweb purists. It’s just that I own this one. And it’s freaking tiny. Can’t see the hook part? Neither can I, from here. Click to bigginate and you too shall bask in its petite tinydom. And in my fingerprints, if you look closely.
I also found a pom-pom maker, which is awesome.
I almost bought one the other day, and I’m uberglad I didn’t. (Do you ever wish you could type an umlaut? I totally want to right now.) I don’t know what those round rings are, unless they are another kind of pom-pom maker and I’ve just displayed my ignorance to the knit/crochet blogosphere. That would be the best thing ever.
And there were all manner of needles, including this size 10 29″ circular, which is awesome because I didn’t own one (until now! Sweet!).
See that price? Yes, that baby was $2.50 once upon a time. Oh, for the good ol’ days when a circular needle was two-fifty and all you could buy was …Red Heart. Oh wait. Nevermind.
I love the people who patronize public libraries. They’re so lovely.
In Other News
My wrists feel better. I’m not going to stitch till Sunday (maybe Saturday night. Probably Saturday night–who am I kidding), but I am feeling much better. I’m stretching and moving more while I work (thanks Laura!), and throwing my shoulders back when I sit, as Heather does (although I feel all “tits-to-the-wind” when I do and feel kind of naughty about it). Charming, no?
Now I must away and sleep. Long day today. Long day tomorrow. Normal day Friday. Long-ass day Saturday. Sigh.