Play it again, Sarah

I have been making progress on my Cherry Tree Hill socks. 

Cherry Tree Hill socks 1-28-07                                                       As you can see from the above picture, the first sock is done, and I have a good start on the second.  This yarn is gorgeous to work with, but it is so soft that I wonder how it will hold up when I actually wear these.  After all, it is merino, so I’m afraid of it pilling pretty badly.  I suppose only time will tell.

I followed the pattern pretty closely on these–the Twin Rib sock from Charlene Schurch’s Sensational Knitted Socks.  The only thing I changed was to work quite a few more rows of heel flap than she calls for.  Oh, and I changed the heel stitch heel flap to an eye-of-partridge (or eye-of-newt, as my dear sis would say) heel flap, just because I like the way it looks.

Cherry Tree Hill socks heel flap

In other news, a few months ago I recklessly agreed to play the piano in a spring concert at my church.  Back then, it seemed as though spring would never come, and that I would never have to play pay the piper.  But now, April 29 is fast approaching, and I’m starting to get a little nervous.  I’m staring down thirty minutes of solo piano, in much the same way that one might stare down a gun barrel.

I’ll be playing this:

music                          Bach’s Toccata in D-major (three movements–what was I thinking?)

And maybe this:

Samuel Barber Waltz                           A waltz by Samuel Barber–beautiful and dissonant.

Among other things.

Oh, Lord.  I’m going to quit writing this post right now and go practice.

2 Responses to “Play it again, Sarah”

  1. Ellen Says:

    She’s a great pianist, guys. Don’t let her fool ya’!

  2. MonicaPDX Says:

    Ahhhh, the socks! The heel! The eye-of-newt! Lovely.

    While I adore Toccata in D (blame it on the original Rollerball movie), I took one look at the sheet music and…shuddered. Are those 16ths?? Oh god. I remember 16ths. Even if they aren’t, god, god, god. May your practice go well, may your fingers stay limber, may you break a leg and never perspire. (I’m the survivor of about 4 years of piano lessons and requisite recitals, starting in 2nd grade. I’ve blocked as much of the memories as possible, thus the question on the maybe-16th notes. The blocking is due to the fact that while I loathed it, I had – gack – talent, and my teacher, who sang part-time with the Portland Opera, said I could go concert level. Which scared the hell out of me. Voice lessons, now those would’ve been fun; I *liked* singing, even though chorus would’ve probably been as far as I could go. But piano was agony. I still thank god that I broke a finger and lessons stopped!) I have nothng but the highest admiration for anyone who *enjoys* playing the piano. I bow in awe! You’ll get lost in the music and those 30 minutes will fly by. Just keep thinking about the applause. [g]