Last week I wanted to bring a knitting project to a friend’s house, but I didn’t want to strew their home with long white hairs. This dog fur yarn sheds like crazy. (It’s fitting: so do the dogs it came from.)
Not wanting to start a major commitment, I grabbed a ball of dishcloth cotton and my trusty #3 straight needles.
This is the standard “Grandma’s Favorite Dishcloth” pattern. I use #3 needles to get a tight fabric, and increase until I have 48-50 stitches on the needles.
I like to have a lot of dishcloths, so that each one gets a rest in between uses. I don’t have a dishwasher, so I use a dishcloth every day. I had quite a lot of them at one point, but their numbers have been reduced due to the normal sources of dishcloth attrition.
Last weekend I found myself at a candle store at the mall, and it got me thinking that we need a word like “cacophony” but for smells.