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Individual Merit: Best Hard Luck Story

Throughout the course of Dish Rag Tag: the Sequel, participants encountered many types of adversity. Wether it be a mad dash to the post office in hurricane conditions, a struggle with the official pattern*, or choosing between knitting a dish rag and doing the laundry, knitters around the country triumphed over impediments and kept the box moving. Our nominees are only a representative sample of the struggles along the road to Dish Rag Tag Glory.

The nominees for the Best Dish Rag Tag Hard Luck story are:

After a mis-delivery (to another city) Lynne, the last minute addition the Rag Taggers, manages a speedy turnaround:

Lynne: Here’s what happened today. When the mail arrived, it was not in the bin, which surprised me because it left Rochester on Saturday! I called Trish at the post office, who did some investigating, and found out the instead of coming to Buffalo on Saturday, it was probably put in the wrong bin and went to Pittsburg instead! She thought there was a possibility it would be delivered this afternoon according to “her sources!” At about 12:50pm, Trish called. I usually take my lunch at 1:00, so it was perfect! Except, my relief for lunch didn’t show up! It took until 1:30 to find someone to cover the phones, and then I went to the PO to get my box. The parking lot was full, there was a line, but I saw my little box right on the counter waiting! Trish wasn’t there, but I boldly went right to the front of the line and asked them for my box! The clerk said, “Are you Lynne? It’s yours!” I knit the first three rows in the parking lot, drove back to The Chapel, and sat in the car for the last 45 minutes of my lunch and knit more than half of the dishrag. So get this…I was listening to the radio, and my car battery died! So, somehow, some way, I was able to, from 2:30 pm on, knit the rest of that dishrag under my desk and in the bathroom, get my car battery jumped (without me being with my car!),answer phones and do my other duties! no kidding, I was red-faced from anxiety and pressure…everyone thought I was getting sick (probably also due to the fact that they were concerned about my trips to the ladies room!) There you have it, team. My quick-turn-around-hard-luck story all rolled into one! And I only had to knit one row at a stop sign!

LaVerna suffered a Dish Rag Tag related injury right from the get-go, but managed to complete the starting leg for the RagOlympians:

I was the first leg of our team.I was sooo excited to have the box.I was carefully cutting the tape(per Emily’s instructions)and sliced a deep gash in my right thumb.I thought I would never get it to stop bleeding.I pressed on and knitted way faster than normal but with a bandaged thumb it seemed to take forever!The last 4 rows were the most painful but I managed to get it done.It is healed up nicely now but I have a wee scar to remind me of DRT 2008.

The Expe-Dishous Raggers box for Brenda was reported as delivered but wasn’t hijinks ensued as she embarked on a wild goose chase around the neighborhood:

Well,
Let me tell you all about this “nightmare before knitting” Let’s see I saw that it was delivered but..l..no box in my mailbox. Knowing that our normal postwoman was on vacation…I thought “great” maybe she delivered it to a neighbor. I live in a cul-de-sac and let me tell you, if there was a centrifugal force keeping all the freaks in Washington confined to one street it would be this street. I started from one end of the cul-de-sac and figured that I would work my way in weirdness. Neighbor one, 2 senior males one with alzheimers, other…just out of his mind. I was greeted by a 80 year old man in a speedo. Bleech. Needless to say an hour later he let me know that there wasn’t a box for me in his mail. Spandex should be a privilege not a right. Neighbor number 2. They have a great-grandaughter that is 25 and seems to have been “touched” by the great spirit. The family is proud of her accomplishments and have encouraged her in her endeavors. I would be concerned if your 25 year old was marching around pretending to be in a band or hopping around the field like a bunny, but hey to each his own. An hour and a half later I was informed that there wasnt a box for me. Next neighbor. I knew that there was something up with him…he would come over to our house to chit chat and would notice that sometimes he would have fingernail polish on or he would have eyeliner on….fine he’s in a rock band….no this time when I knocked…no “neighbor” that I was used to but his very hairy sister was there…wait why does she have an Adams apple? 30 minutes later after his “sister” disappeared he came out and told me that he hadn’t had time to check his mail and that if I walked with him we could see…wait isn’t that the same halter top that his “sister” was wearing? NO BOX> hummph. Next neighbor. She was walking her cat. Not dog but cat. OK no box. Final neighbor….the one that I’d be avoiding because of all of them she’s the one that is obviously a few tacos short of a full combo plate. She has a pit bull that runs amuck in her yard. The last time I saw her outside she was trying to figure out what was wrong with her weed whacker. She had the “business” end up by her face and she was trying to activate the trigger with her toes. NOT right in the head. I looked through the shrubs to make sure that her “neighbor eater” was contained and ran for the door. Knocked, looked around for some life at the door. Nothing, great no dog barking…where is the dog? Great run for the fence….I waited until 7:30 when she came home and ran out side to see if she got my box. Nope no box. So in frustration I went BACK to my box and guess what? A box….What the heck….Was it cleverly using an invisibility cloak? So I ran up the stairs and started knitting. Wanting to get this puppy off the needles asap, I had that dish cloth done in an hour. I had the box done and packed by 10:00 p.m. I set my alarm clock for 7:00 am and was ready to get this out by today….get to the post office. The started their new “fall hours” today and they will be closed on Saturdays. My country for an open post office. sorry Shiann, I hope that you like the prezzies. Sorry guys I’ll have it off on Tuesday. I feel like I let the team down.

Shiann (the next in line for the Ragolympians) also persevered, but her personal struggle began after the theft of her mailbox:

Living in a small rural community 7 miles from town, I have a mailbox on the highway. I quit counting at six as to the times my mailbox has been vandalized this year. Signed up for dish rag tag and lo and behold just before I was to be getting my dish rag box, someone chain sawed my post and took mail box and all. So I have had to run into town to get my mail directly from post office. Due to the fact that my highway is currently being resurfaced, I have to take a detour 12 miles over hill and dale and curves and mountains (kidding here) on all gravel roads that have been traveled so much and by so many that they have turned into washboards that if you go to fast you jiggle/jaggle right off the road into the ditch. My pretty green car is now beastly reddish beige from all the dust. This AM before I left for work to go into town I made sure I had my knitting needles. Went to Post Office… Woo Hoo there it was. Went to my office to open the box. Scissors too big, finally found a knife. Looked at the pattern and thought “oh my god” How could that one gal possibly knit this in an hour. Sat down, started knitting. Everything went fine on beginning border rows except I might have put in an extra row there. Of course I had NO stitch markers with me so I made them out of the yarn I was making the dishcloth out of (not a good idea). That is when the problems started. I would knit a pattern row and come around and find that I had knit in my markers…… frog……multiple times. I had problems with the pattern rows also. I would always miss the first part of the rows…..get to end of row …wrong amount stitches left ….….frog………Several times on the purl rows purled right to the end…turn to do next row realize what happened…..frog…..once I even gave up and went for a walk I was so disgusted with myself. I was ready to cry. I could not develop a rhythm until I was ¾ done with the cloth. I persevered and finally it was finished. Read the last line. Weave in tails. Oh man no needles to weave in ends….Thought we might get disqualified if I didn’t weave in tails figured I better run to the store to get a needle. Went to store, got the needle, and wove in the ends. I was going to start repacking the box when I thought oh no, my yarn is at home……..so. Back into my car jiggle/jaggle 12 miles home to get my yarn and gifts and 12 miles back into town. Packed the box, got everything in there, (or so I thought) ready to tape the box and noticed the dishcloth I had persevered and sweated tears over still sitting on the table. Dang it all no room left in box. Opened the box and whimsically stuffed it inside one of the gifts….Have fun pulling it out Gloria. Off to Post Office and it’s on its merry way…No problems there…….I had made copies of the rules and the pattern. I am using the pattern to start the campfire I am having here tonight as I will never knit that pattern again. The dishcloth I received will be given a place of honor on the wall with a plaque that reads “Most frustrating Dishcloth Pattern”. (Shiann MN)

Debbie of the Dishpaw Raggers doesn’t mention here that she lives 30 MILES from the nearest post office:

There was a huge problem which was caused by the weather and the end of harvest. Gustauv also brought massive amounts of rain to our rural farm, so before the rain fell, we finished getting the grain in from the fields. That meant I missed getting the box Saturday…but my friend picked up the box for me…and because of the rain, she wasn’t able to get it to me, and I was traveling to my mom’s. The box was delivered at school today, I knit when the kids were working, then finished it up during my prep time, and barely made it to the post office by the 4:15 mailing deadline.
When I got back to the school, I found the directions and pattern had slipped from the box as I raced from the room…

They were back in there when the box made it here, nice save, DishPaws!

The voting is closed! Check back this evening for the results!

*Which, by the way, is now available as a pdf on the Yarn Miracle patterns page.

Picture Perfect: The Best Time to Knit a Dish Rag

The nominees for the photographic category “Best Time to Knit a Dish Rag” are:

The death defying:

driving

knitting while stuck in traffic

And the safer option:

Road trip dishrag knittin'

I’ve whiled away many an hour on the road with my knitting. Here I am knitting a ballband dishrag on a trip to the apple orchard.
A friend took this picture while in the parking lot, Y’all.

The voting is closed! Check back this evening for the results!

Polls close Friday at noon central.

Picture Perfect:Best Use of Dish Rag

The nominees for the photographic category of “Best Use of Dish Rag” are:

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I work in a library and handknit dishrags are the best for cleaning off our shelves. They stand up to anything!

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Tempting a picky eater with a dishrag croissant.

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If one has to wear an arm brace this is one solution for jazzing it up a bit.

Yar*n*mulke!

Picot Swirl Dishcloth having fun as a yar*n*mulke for a day.

Franklin Habit

Best use of Best Use of Dish Rag!!!! To wipe the very talented hands of Franklin Habit should he need it!

EatYourHeartOutScarlet Hat2

My very best use of a dishrag.
I think Scarlet would just die for one of these garter stitch dishrag bows!

The voting is closed! Check back this evening for the results!

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I forgot to take a picture of Ellie getting in line to vote! I am a terrible mother. I’ll get one the first time she really gets to vote in 17.5 years. Hee, the embarrassment from that probably also makes me a terrible mother.