A nice-but-anonymous commenter (Sharon? Lisa?), who admitted to also having succumbed to Noro lust, asked whether I'd started my Fletcher sweater yet. No, but I plan to soon. The Noro Iro for the project just arrived in the mail on Monday, and I haven't had much time to pull it reverently out of its bag, fondle it, rub it on my cheek... the usual ritual I perform when a new fiber enters the house. If I could, I'd spread the yarn out all over the floor and roll in it, just like Charlie. (Charlie would probably help!)
The color I picked (#16) is browner in real life than I thought it would be, but still gorgeous. It has bright streaks of turquoise, emerald green, and purple running through it.
Fletcher would make a nice take-along project for my upcoming command performance in California. I have a friend in the Menlo Park office with whom I trade knitting-related emails, and it would be fun to catch up with her and her projects, and maybe get some knitting done at the same time.
In the Netflix Queue
We just watched the DVD of My Architect: a Son's Journey. It's a documentary by the son of Louis I. Kahn, one of the 20th century's most important architects. Apparently Kahn had three families, and they only discovered one another after he had died. Kahn's son by one of his mistresses, Nathaniel Kahn, filmed his journey to some of his father's buildings in an attempt to understand his father better; Louis Kahn's life was his work. Louis Kahn died suddenly and without identification in 1974 in the men's room at Penn Station in New York, and he was a "John Doe" case for the city for a number of days before his [first] family could find him and identify his body.
The film is by turns touching and cheesily self-indulgent, and it does make you wonder what it was about Louis Kahn that caused these women to remain madly in love with him, even 30-odd years after his death (his two mistresses survive, though his wife has since passed on), even though he never spent much time with them or with his children.
In spite of the cheesy bits, the film is definitely worth watching, both as a chronicle of a journey of discovery and as a retrospective of Louis Kahn's works.
Next in queue: The Motorcycle Diaries and Kitchen Stories.