Some miscellaneous thoughts this evening --
I've never actually knitted with the jewelry kind of stitch markers before this -- always admired the variety and beauty of ones I've seen on other people's blogs -- but find myself a little bit vexed by the maneuvers I have to go through to work with these. A marker between two RS knit stitches isn't a problem -- it's when the marker is hanging on the other side of the work, and you must move the yarn to the front, slip the marker, and put the yarn back, or between a knit/purl or purl/knit sequence and you must move the marker either before or after you move the yarn for the different stitch, and it makes a difference, depending on which is first in the combination. Otherwise, Belle ends up with the yarn strapped around her waist, thus --
But it's a niggly annoyance, and not yet enough to make me take out the markers altogether!
Well, tomorrow is my choir's concert, so I can at last get Honegger's "King David" out of my head. A strange, clashing, cacophanous piece, and hard to sing. If I liked it, the difficulty in singing it wouldn't be a problem, but unfortunately the parts I do like are few and far between the parts I don't. I am certainly looking forward to starting on Vivaldi's "Gloria" on Monday for the Christmas concert! (I adore Vivaldi. Some people complain about his repetitiveness -- I can't remember at the moment who quipped that Vivaldi "wrote the same concerto 500 times" -- but it doesn't bother me. I find his music, even the often-melancholy cello concertos, to be wonderfully soul-refreshing, and it is rare that my spirits are not lifted by a lute concerto. The "repetitiveness" I see as a friendly familiarity, a recognizability, like so much of Mozart, or even Dickens or Jane Austen.)
The girls and I watched our new "Cinderella" DVD last night, while I knitted. They were frightened by the stepmother -- that gloomy hallway, with her wicked eyes glowing in the shadows of the bedcurtains -- and they laughed out loud at the clever mice outwitting that mean old cat. Laura's face as she watched Cinderella's transformation from servant girl to princess was as beautiful and moving as the moment.
By the way; there is an interesting article at Mouse Planet (where this image is from) about the story, its various versions and what Walt Disney took from each, and lessons to be learned from the story.