a knitter navigates through life
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Exhibit A: My new bathroom rug.
Nothing too spectacular, but soft and cushy and absorbent and doesn't show cat hair and (thank god) cheap. I love this rug, and THIS:
is what the black fluffy buttmonkey did to the rug this morning, while I was standing there brushing my teeth. What is it about cats, when you yell at them for doing something they KNOW is bad? Dogs at least have the decency to look guilty. Cats look at you like, "What?" or "Yeah, yeah, in a minute. Lemme finish eating this rug first." Misbegotten ungrateful brat.
And no, of course I didn't slow roast the kitty, although I haven't ruled it out. Instead, I let both of them up into the linen cupboard to sleep on our towels and coat them with cat hair.
Yep. I'm a sucker.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I reached a stopping point, put all the stitches on waste yarn, and put it in the stash to hibernate until more appropriate weather beckons.
The fit is great. Woo-hoo! I think I want to make it a leeeetle bit longer though. Full coverage on the girls and all that.
To celebrate, I whipped out a little hat in about three days (after about 47 false starts and gauge accidents. Why am I unable to accurately comprehend the size of my own head? It's a mystery, I tell you.)
Next on the agenda (and also giving me lots of trouble, due to my aforementioned ginormous melon-head), is this, also hand-dyed by Reporebo:
Saturday, November 28, 2009
In other news: BRE's Christmas socks are finished! Woo-hoo! Now I have visions of Mason-Dixon's Felted Trees dancing through my head. They're just so cute, and look at how wee they are! They'd knit up in no time, like potato chips. Must . . . knit . . . cute . . . Christmas . . . decorations . . .
Monday, November 23, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
I turned the heel on the second Christmas sock for the Best Roommate Ever (after having drunk a glass of wine, I might add. Yes, that is enough to knock me on my butt. Yes, I am a prancing lightweight. I'm still awesome, with the sock heels, and the turning. Focus, people!) All I have left to do is the cuff, which makes for good movie knitting. The end is in sight! Still not bloggable, though. Just imagine all my other sock heels. Like that. Good.
My will to continue Paloma has completely fizzled out since blowing past the wedding deadline. And now that the weather has turned cold here (shut up! Sixty degrees is cold! It is too!), I want to knit chunky sweaters, and big warm hats, and cable-knit socks, not some wimpy little wispy lace thingy. I've promised myself that once I get to a stopping place in the pattern, I can put it aside for something else that got hibernated long ago. Or for yarn that has been in my stash so long that it's actually embarrassing.
Oh, my friends, how I've missed you.
Friday, October 30, 2009
I was ooo-ing over some itsy-bitsy little Halloween-themed baby shirts ($1 each!), when suddenly I realized, "Hey! We have cats! Cats are sort of wee-human-sized!"
Jaymie didn't seem to mind his, but Alex was less than impressed.
Having Mommy and Auntie Kim follow him around and take pictures was the final assault on his dignity. &*%$# paparazzi.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
As you've guessed, the wedding was this weekend. This is how much I have done.
The yoke. That's it. Now, all of the people there have seen me naked (while changing my diapers, 28 years ago), but still. Appropriate? Not so much. In spite of my total knitting failure, an awesome time was had by all, and I keep chugging away at the sweater. It will be done eventually. Pics to follow soon.
It reminds me of the amazing photos in The Art of Knitting.
In keeping with tradition, I am busily at work on a pair of socks for the Best Roommate Ever. Unfortunately, I can't blog them until after she receives them at Christmas. Expect a blog filled with kitty pictures for a while. So, you know, more of the same.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I still rock out to Single Ladies by Beyonce. (And by "rock out", read "car-dance in an exuberant yet dorky manner".)
Update: Near as I can figure out, Beyonce was married when this song came out. Woo! Let the car dancing commence!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
and plans to retaliate by barfing up a hairball on her pillow.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
SNB: Want a Junior Mint?
SNB: Want a kiss?
SNB: Want a husband?
Me: Hey, waaaait . . .
He's a sneaky one, this one. I'm going to have to be on my guard.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
On the other hand (hee!), my nails look fantastic.
Friday, August 21, 2009
But on closer inspection, you can see the clever Hidden Kitten Storage Solution (tm) at work, keeping your kitty handy but out of sight while not in use.
To prevent leakage of cute, be sure to pack your kitty securely, lest it fall asleep and spill out.
Friday, August 14, 2009
I settled in quite happily to a whirlwind routine of being flirted with by interesting guys. It was a lot of fun: I got to get all dressed up and pretty and go out to eat with someone new who thought I was cool and pretty, which is just good for the ego. I met some really nice guys with whom I was completely incompatible: one revealed over dinner that he was a Libertarian and didn't believe in global warming; another seemed perfectly normal and awesome until we were trying to schedule our third date, which somehow devolved into a fight over vegetarianism, which he asserted was pointless because broccoli has a central nervous system and can feel pain. Uh huh. Sorry, I have standards. I can't date guys who are dumber than a brick.
Then, there was another one, who now has the nickname Shiny New Boyfriend. Yep. It happened. Our first date lasted six hours. We talked in the restaurant until the wait staff started shooing us out the door, then we talked in the coffee shop next door until the staff started putting chairs up on tables and sweeping the floor, then we talked on a bench outside the coffee shop until BRE started panicking that I'd been killed by some weirdo I met off the internet and called and yelled at me for not answering my phone. Poor girl.
We've been together for a month so far, and it's been great. He took me to the sculpture exhibit at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, which I'd been DYING to see, and we strolled through it in the rain and he recited poetry to me. It doesn't even sound real, and yet somehow this has become my life. It's bizarre. When did I stumble into a romantic comedy?
He made me teach him how to knit. I was knitting on our first date (I prefer to get the crazy right out in the open), and he was absolutely fascinated and revealed that he had once started a scarf which was now languishing, and would I teach him so he could finish it? Well, you don't have to ask me twice. I swear, all I did was put the needles in his hands and show him once, and he was off and knitting. And purling. He's a natural.
Shiny New Boyfriend is fantastic. He is intelligent and funny and absolutely the most interesting person I've met. He's thoughtful and feministy and has a real weakness for super-nerdy smart girls, which works out well for me. He loves my cats even though he's allergic and he thinks BRE is the greatest thing ever. It's all very troubling, but I might have to keep him.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Araucania Ruca Multy, from Needlenook, also for my birthday. I, um, went a little crazy. It is going to become this.
ALSO! Primrose Path is finished! Here's a pic I took while picking up stitches for the neckband. Real, actual, finished FO pics to follow when I find someone else to play camerawoman and capture this sweater in all its sexy glory.
Now for horrible slammed-finger pictures. Avert your eyes if you're squeamish.
Yeah. Ouch. My finger is not happy. Oh, and notice the little black dot in the center of the bruise/blood under the nail?
Yeah, that's where I drilled a hole in my nail with a hot needle to let the blood out and release some of the pressure. (Because it makes it hurt less, heal faster, and I really don't want to lose the nail.) I am hard-core. Let my hard-core awesome toughness never again be doubted. I performed bush surgery on myself. (Bush as in Australian outback. Get your minds out of the gutter. You know who you are.)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
My plan for Wednesday, mowing the lawn, was postponed until I could be trusted with a power tool with a big spinning blade on it.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Er, well, maybe you had to see it. But BRE and I rewinded and rewatched about three times. We're still texting it back and forth. Still funny.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
We don't have to practice to be this geeky; it just comes naturally.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The top one is Blackberry and the bottom one is Crocus. Here's a more accurate picture of the Blackberry.
The most awesomest and amazing thing about this yarn is: see the pics on the labels? The dyer is also an amazing nature photographer, and those are pictures she took. She then dyes the yarn based on the photographs. It's truly amazing, and all I can do not to just direct deposit my paycheck to her. (I also got this from her for my birthday. So pretty!)
And, AND! She gave me these with my purchase!
Cute little stitch markers! Which is perfect because I don't have any stitch markers! (I just fake it with paper clips when I have to.) Except they are too pretty to use as stitch markers so I strung them on a chain and am wearing them as a necklace.
See the cat hair? That's how you know it's me.
In other news: ta da!
Above picture is more accurate to color, but below pic shows the lace pattern better.
That is how the pieces looked at the beginning of the evening, and this is how they looked at bedtime.
I'm in the home stretch!