a knitter navigates through life
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Mmmmm, vegan pancakes. Topped with vanilla soy yogurt and berries (frozen, hence the vivid purple color) and accompanied by fake bacon, since I wanted some salt to go with my sugar. Intense amounts of numminess, and a rather odd and alarming continuation of a recent trend. All recent evidence to the contrary, I am severely cooking-skills-deprived. It was only recently that I figured out if I don't make food, no food will appear. Don't ask me how I survived until now. I think it was sheer dumb luck.
Crusoe socks, finished! I didn't even need to be sat on.
The larval beginnings of a pair of socks for the Best Roommate Ever.
My mom's socks have two toes and a heel! Yay for progress and speedy mindless stockinette!
I finished one sleeve of the Branching Fern shrug. (I made the pattern up out of my head, with a little help from Barbara Walker, and for the time being, it's going well.) Modeled with a recent purchase, one of my very favorite shirts, which I then tried to take a picture of in the bathroom mirror . . .
forgetting that if you take a picture of words in a mirror, they will be backwards. D'oh! Attempt #2:
Much better. And so very true. Need one of your own? Here. (I especially like the bumper sticker.)
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I've been almost finished with them for about a week now, and every night I say, "Tonight I'm going to finish those socks!" So far, not so much. Last night I was distracted from sock knitting by the need to make little wee tiny lemony minicupcakes
and ice them while watching Brick for like the eighth time. This level of domestic goddess-ery is weird, unprecedented and unsettling. But the cupcakes are quite tasty.
(My excuse for not watching the Olympics is as follows: all they were showing was boxing, and in the words of Lymon Zerga, "Hand-to-hand combat does not interest me", and the marathon, which is spectacularly boring to watch. "Yep. They're still running.")
Fortunately, I am having dinner with some knitting friends tomorrow, and they will sit on me and force me to finish the socks. You ladies know who you are. I'm counting on you and your evil ways.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Don't see it? How about now?
And here's a view of what was peeking out the other end.
It's awfully hard to get things done around here sometimes.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
and I just have to finish the cuffs. Note the hairy legs in this picture. Tres chic, ne c'est pas?
This little beauty is something I'm sort of making up out of my head (with a little help from Barbara Walker). It's going to be a shrug in the Branching Fern lace pattern (from The Second Treasury, I think), and it's made from Brookside Yarns Pico Alto, which is so very sadly discontinued. I started with a provisional cast-on at the center back and I'm going to knit the sleeve until I run out of yarn, then pick up the stitches and knit the other direction for the other side. I must use every last bit of this nummy nummy yarn.
And THIS is something special I'm making for that lovely patient woman who gave me life . . .
MOM, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, YOU BETTER NOT LOOK
This picture is a little more accurate representation of the color.
The Best Roommate Ever and I watched the Opening Ceremonies last night and I knit a ton on this sock. I'm almost ready for the heel. I just have to blindfold my mother and check the length.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
My parents are shopping geniuses. It never fails. All you have to do is off-handedly mention that you might be thinking about looking into the possibility of checking out prices of (insert random thing), and within two weeks, they have found exactly what you were looking for, only better, for a crazy insane price. Touring their new house is stupefying. "I love that picture." "Oh, yeah, three dollars at an estate sale." "That's a really nice couch." "We found that at an outlet for 75 bucks." It is their superpower.
I was going to take pictures of my new supercoolamazing camera, and then I realized that would be silly. So here are some pictures taken WITH my new camera. (Demonstrating the function, see, instead of the form. I am a quick one.)
Alex says: Pet my belly, human slave! Until I get tired of it, whereupon I will signal that I am finished with you by biting your hand!
Oh my god, don't take a picture! Now you're going to post it on the internet, aren't you? Bad human slave! Bad! (stomps off, muttering "grumblegrumblestupidhumans")
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
(image stolen from Google, because I have no camera and for god's sake, I need some pictures around here.)
Monday, August 4, 2008
Although at this point I must confess that the Best Roommate Ever and I have yet to turn on our A/C. Why?, I can hear you asking, aghast. Because we are A) cheap, B) poor, C) completely hardcore, and D) totally insane. I'm telling you, I'm going to have to marry this girl. Because really, what other human being would be so enthusiastic about not turning on the air conditioning during an Atlanta summer? No one, I tell you. Because that is insane. Unfortunately, neither of us seems likely to become a lesbian at this point, so that ruins my plans. Send popsicles. Rainbow ones. :-)