Sunday, January 22, 2006

Soap Progress

Today I:

  • had hash browns and a tofu dog for breakfast
  • drank a cup of... er... yesterday's coffee
  • had yet more coffee (made today)
  • drank a cup of miso soup
  • watched Groundhog Day while carving

Soap Hand

Pure castile soap is very different than Ivory. Rather than being too soft and inclined to mushiness like with the Kitty carving, castile is hard and brittle. There have been blow-outs, fissures, and hand cramps.

I'm at the half-way point with this hand. I wanted to post it as is just in case I don't finish it tonight. Who knows? I might do something else, like, say... knit.

Hmm. That sounds good. Give my other hand a chance to be cramped.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Bad Blog?

Today I:
  • had half an eggplant sub and a soy latte for lunch
  • drank coffee for breakfast
  • pretty much fell out of bed knitting
  • knit all day while watching Danny Deckchair, Dark Shadows (revival), and Lone Wolf and Cub: Baby Cart at the River Styx
  • ripped it all out an hour ago
  • had a seitan "cheese steak" for dinner with a Hefeweizen
  • considered blog quality

Some time between relocating heat pumps and archiving a ream of tatty construction documents, I write this blog. I have an hour lunch break, but I don't like leaving the office. I work in a mostly industrial neighborhood, so the lunch options are not only limited, but severely overcrowded. And then there's the weather. East Coast weather is not my friend. There's heat waves and snow and sometimes they're two weeks apart. Egh.

So I bag a lunch and I sit at my computer, trying to think of something interesting to write, drinking coffee that comes from a machine that makes robotic whirring noises and fending off architects under the false impression that just because I'm present, I'm available. Quality isn't usually at the forefront of my mind when I'm posting so much as just being able to press Publish without my computer crashing or having a hitherto unheard of deadline suddenly drop into my lap.

Notice how I used the word "hitherto"? That's because I'm at home right now. I have a little space to think - literally. It's about 250 sq. ft., and I call it my apartment. Most people call it an efficiency studio. It's packed with yarn and books and my boyfriend/partner/whatnot, practically to the ceiling. I am a packrat. Every day is a struggle to hold back the flow of clutter. My mom's parents had so much clutter that they had to erect retaining walls in their living room. I'm not quite at that point yet, but I am considering using my textbooks as furniture again. Somewhere in all this stuff is my mind, my direction. My focus. What was I saying?

Oh, yeah. I was going to say something profound about blog quality.

Today I am haunted by the thought that I am merely cluttering the Internet with yet another self-aggrandizing, poorly written blog. I am pathetic with html code. My font is too big and don't know how to fix it. I can barely organize my sidebar, and yet I still want a second one. I can't decide on a banner illustration, so I just haven't drawn one. Taking attractive photos for my blog is a low priority - I'm lucky if the photo isn't blurry and it has enough light. This is partially a product of my apartment, aka The Cave, but it's also laziness. This really shines through in the way I write my posts. Consistency in theme? Never. Completed thoughts? Only by accident. Structure? Just a tool to desperately reign in the chaos.

Why do I bother? Well, I'm a hybrid of interoversion and sociability. I have a desire for Show and Tell, but in person I have no real forum. Maybe because when other people are meeting people, I am knitting, or writing. I take books to parties. You get the idea. Years can pass without acquantainces knowing what I do when I'm at home because it just doesn't come up. I think I still have some old friends who don't know I draw. Or knit.

What was my point, anyway? Oh, yeah. Keep reading me. I may be scatterbrained, but I've got lots of stuff to show you and I'll probably get better. Everything has a learning curve and I tend to go whole hog on anything that really interests me. For instance, I spent all today designing a wristawrmer on US #4 dpns, only to rip it all out. I already cast it on again. One thing about going whole hog is that in my case it often involves a lot of pigheadedness. Believe it or not, but this is what gets me anywhere. It certainly isn't patience.

Last night, I:

  • made seitan "cheese steaks" with my boyfriend/partner/whatnot
  • had a couple beers
  • picked out a new bar of soap to carve

Friday, January 20, 2006

no witty title today

Today I:

  • had a cup of O'Soy! peach yogurt and coffee for breakfast
  • had a banana for Second Breakfast
  • am eating pesto potato gnocchi with sauteed mushrooms and an apple for lunch
  • am hung over from just one beer, I am so tough
  • took a vitamin
  • took an Advil

Yesterday I got my FLAK yarn in the mail, the chocolate-colored Wool of the Andes that I keep mistakenly referring to as "chocolate-covered." Hopefully 14 balls is enough for a small Aran sweater. I swatched the filler stitches last night and I'm ready to roll with the cable swatch, finally. I was originally going to use that natural white worsted weight Orchard Yarn my Grandma sent me, but upon swatching it to gauge I discovered that "worsted" is a lie: it's really more like DK. Fine. I have a lot of DK patterns, more than is good for me, actually.

Knitting Olympics

Speaking of DW weight, I chose my Knitting Olympics project: "Fleur" from Rowan's Vintage Style book. I've been wanting to make this sweater for a while. I already have the yarn: 6 balls of "coal" Merino Style from KnitPicks. I hope six is enough. I'm a 34" chest so it probably will be. My hope is this sweater is simple enough and small enough to be possible.

Next weekend I'm going to swatch for it.

Must. Have. Wristwarmers.

I still haven't mailed the X-mas presents I knitted for Sibling #1 and her kids yet because I am having a difficult time letting go of the Voodoo wristwarmers. They're not perfect - I would do the thumb gusset differently, and the yarn kind of itches - but they are surprisingly addictive. Esp. when I'm on the computer. Maybe it's '80's nostalgia, I don't know, but I'm going to make myself a pair, except... totally different.

It'll be a 2-part knitting project, Part 1 being knitting Sibling #1 a pair of wristwarmers that incorporate the structural features I want changed out of that red Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk I have lying around, begging to be used. Part 2 is when I make a pair for myself, incorporating aesthetic changes. I have some black alpaca that was going to be a hat that I don't need. I'm sure it won't mind.

Last night, I:

  • watched The Legend of Bagger Vance
  • knitted on my aquamarine socks some
  • had pesto gnocchi with mushrooms for dinner with a Harpoon IPA
  • followed my cat around the apartment, cleaning up after his pukey hairballs

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

The Contenders

Today I:
  • had a bit of toast for breakfast
  • had a banana for Second Breakfast
  • just ate two bean and rice burritos
  • skipped out on a free pizza lunch
  • am being a very good girl
I've been thinking about the Knitting Olympics. It certainly is a good opportunity to gauge one's abilities (and just how much balls and/or bluster one may have about knitting projects.) I think, for the sake of sanity, that I will try to underestimate myself.

This means I will not:

  1. attempt a project translated from another language that has more than one page of charts;
  2. attempt to knit my FLAK cardigan;
  3. use needles smaller than US #1;
  4. attempt a project I do not already have the necessary supplies for. (To avoid the Waiting Stress.)

However, in the interest of, well, keeping it interesting, I will not:

  1. attempt small projects like plain hats, scarves, mittens, wristwarmers, or bulky socks, since I know I could easily knit them from start to end in one drunken weekend.

What does this leave me with?

Well, why don't we take a look at The Stash and see?

Top Drawer

Mostly WIPs and FOs and a skein of Blue Surf Malabrigo yarn, apparently. That's going to be a hat, so let's move on.

Second Drawer
I seem to have acquired some sock yarn. Socks are a possibility. I could make a pattern from Knitting Vintage Socks or something. Never mind I have four pairs of socks on the needles right now.

Yikes! This is where my boyfriend/partner/whatnot (aka Joe) comes home, aborting my pictures. For all our sakes, I think it would be best if he doesn't get a realistic idea of just how much yarn I really have. I mean, he knows I have two of these plastic drawer units, but seeing balls of yarn tidily tucked away behind semi-transparent drawer fronts is very different from seeing them paraded out, one by one, to cover every available flat surface in sight. So, act natural, and move on. (Even though I know you can see those two skeins of red Catalina alpaca in my drawer. Ignore it. It's a scarf. Really. And that other alpaca, in black, that's gloves.)

But come to think of it, I could make gloves. I've been having problems making a pair that fits right, so that could be the answer.

Of course, I have a lot of sweater yarn, too. Hmm.

More on that later.

Last night, I:

  • had tater tots and a tofu dog for dinner
  • chugged some rice milk
  • got a blog button tutorial after S'nB from The Bitter Knitter
  • had a bag of chips and a coffee with soy milk
  • wound a ball of Vesper yarn
Today I:

  • had a raspberry soy smoothie and a cup of coffee for breakfast
  • am drinking coffee with cream
  • walked away from a free lunch presentation to eat my burritos
  • wonder what the hell is wrong with me about that
  • am still a disgruntled worker

Black Alpaca Basketweave Scarf

Pattern: my own, whoop-de-doo.

Yarn: I'm fairly certain this is Blue Sky Alpaca Chunky (I lost the label); 2 whole skeins

Edit: It's Catalina Chunky (100g/109 yds. ea. skein)

Size: one size

This was just a 3s/3r basketweave, over and over again. I mostly knit this up at S'nB meetings because it required very little attention while still being very pleasant. (Ahh, alpaca!) I think tonight I'm going to start a pair of alpaca wristwarmers so that I won't be carrying my niece's around with me everywhere.

Learning to Paint
Every now and then I try to learn to oil paint. This has been happening for about 6 or 7 years now, without much result. (My bouts of painting are usually very brief and filled with scowling and drop cloths.) I was actually getting somewhere with a couple paintings... and then I lost them.
I did this still life study in orange and blue about two years ago when I was taking beginning painting classes in the evenings. I was in school for architecture, so I eventually stopped going after about three nights because I lacked the energy needed for any level of enthusiasm. (This happens a lot when I'm in school.)

I think it's an okay study. I'm posting it so that you can see the approximate level of my oil painting skills. This way, when/if I post the painting I started MLK Day, you, my faithful reader, will be able to say, "Oh, man, that painting is really terrible compared to her earlier stuff!" or possibly, "Wow! She's gotten so much better!", etc.

Last night, I:

  • had tater tots for dinner with a Harpoon Ale
  • started reading Mary Stewart's This Rough Magic
  • cast on another pair of aquamarine Lamb's Pride Super Wash socks
  • discovered I work with one of the women from my Mandarin class (I thought she looked familiar!)
  • discovered I am so rusty that I will have to work hard to stay ahead of the beginners in the class

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

The Language Challenge

Today I:

  • had bowl of cereal with rice milk and coffee for breakfast
  • skipped the usual banana arbitrarily
  • had two bean and rice burritos for lunch
  • am drinking coffee with cream again

I'm having a little bit of a problem today. Look at this picture and tell me if you can guess what it is.The top book is my latest textbook, and the two bottom books are the knitting magazine's Kasumi sent me from Japan. I found them on my chair when I came in to work this morning, along with threats to do this to my cubicle. (I'm very disappointed to say it was all bark, no bite.)

The problem, obviously, is that I study Chinese and these knitting magazines are in Japanese. These are not unexpected factors, but seeing it all together like this, on what to me is functionally a Monday, may require another cup of coffee. (Jeannette has raised the question of the Knitting Olympics. Perhaps my contribution should be the knitting of a Japanese pattern?)

A peek inside

Last night, I:

  • finished my black alpaca scarf
  • ate a package of bacon
  • drank two Harpoon Ales
  • did laundry
  • finished reading Ellery Queen's The Halfway House
  • ate a bag of Kettle chips and had entirely too much coffee

Monday, January 16, 2006

sketching the day away

I am so inspired by not being at work today that I am cranking out the art, good and bad.

I'm not going to show you the bad, which was a painting I started earlier. It is truly awful. But maybe nine more layers will fix it so that it'll be blogworthy. We'll see.

In an attempt to perk myself up after the oil painting mishap I sketched some body parts. It didn't go as badly as I thought it would. I fully expected to be depressed by the realization that I drew much better in high school than I do now. I did draw better in high school, but apparently drawing is like riding a bicycle and I didn't turn out total crap. Noses are always very awkward, so the one I drew is, as well - hardly surprising. The thumb is huge because it was where I started. All in all, I think I can live with it.

Voodoo Revised

Today I:
  • am taking the MLK holiday, whether or not it is given
  • haven't had breakfast yet...or even coffee
  • learned that if you don't open your oil paints for a year, you need pliers
  • don't have pliers
  • am experiencing artistic angst

I thought today would be an ideal day to get going on some artistic endeavors outside of soap - like that learning to oil paint thing I keep nagging myself about - but until my boyfriend/partner/whatnot comes home during lunch with some pliers, I may have to resort to another medium. Argh.

Voodoos
Pattern: Voodoo wrist warmers from Knitty, with modifications

Size: Small (40 stitch cast on)

Yarn: black Lamb's Pride Super Wash on Us #5 dpns

Modifications: After making one, I was dissatisfied with the fit around the thumb so I decided to add a thumb gusset. The Bitter Knitter asked me about the thumb gusset, so I've included below a rather poor description of what I did for her benefit.

What I did:

  • ripped it back until it was only 5" long
  • (k2, p2) 3 times, then k1, twisted m1, k1, p2, *k2, p2, repeat from* until end of row
  • increased by 1 every row to the right of the twisted m1 for eleven more rows, alternating between p and k m1's (if that makes any sense - I don't know how to phrase it!)
  • knit one row as set (52 stitches on needles now)
  • (k2, p2) 3 times, then k1, cast off 12, k1, *k2, p2, repeat from* until end of row (40 stitches on needles now)
  • (k2, p2) 3 times, then k1, pass over cast off stitches to k1, p2, *k2, p2, repeat from* until end of row
  • work ten rows as set
  • cast off.

This makes a decent V-rib pattern, but it's not perfect. The first twisted m1 on my Voodoos gapes, and I don't like how the knit rows stagger instead of meeting up exactly. Also, instead of just skipping over the cast off stitches, I would increase by one and take it out after about three or four rows because the yarn between the two knitted stitches were stretching when I wore the wristwarmers last night. It didn't make them uncomfortable - the fit was actually quite good - but the look bothered me.

Formerly, I thought wristwarmers were really silly, but walking around yesterday in the 15 degree F weather convinced me of their value. No more trying to pull my sweater sleeves over my knuckles when my hands are in my pockets! I'm converted, esp. by how fast they were to make.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Today I:
  • had tater tots and coffee for breakfast
  • ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Coolidge Corner where they did not speak Mandarin to each other
  • was too hungry and cold to be vexed by this
  • wore the wristwarmers I made for my niece
  • realized I need to make myself a pair
  • finished off the carton of green tea soy ice cream
  • was astonished by the number of people curious about a soap cat

Really. I had 35 hits on a Saturday, which is just about my total for the work week. I'm so aghast I'm surprised I'm mentioning it, or the fact that I like the attention enough to point out that there will be a soap hand up sometime next weekend, hint hint. Thankfully, I was planning to do that anyway.

So that this post won't just be about that, here's cartoon I drew about six years ago, when I had a lot of time and creativity floating around in my life:

You should be able to click on it for an enlargement.

I doodled quite bit back then, and cartoons were often the result. Nothing much came of it except a couple appearances in a now defunct local scenester magazine and one 'zine called The Usual. Nothing much came of it basically because I wasn't very motivated. I printed less than twenty copies of The Usual. Nevertheless, something uncanny happened with it. I was living in rural California at the time and one of my acquaintances moved to New York and wrote me that she was sitting in a coffeehouse, picked up her coffee, and saw one of my cartoons staring up at her. It really threw her for a loop, as it did me.

Last night, I:

  • had fresh cheese-filled pasta with pesto for dinner
  • washed it down with two Old Brown Dog Ales
  • saw Psycho and The Children of the Corn for the first time

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Kitty!

Today I:
  • had a soy latte and a bit of a stale croissant for breakfast
  • started reworking the wristwarmers
  • am feeling pretty smug

I carved this out a bar of Ivory soap this afternoon with a Swiss army knife. It's a bit crude - Ivory soap is really soft, so it's difficult to develop details - but I think the general shape came out OK. Practice, practice!

I'm considering taking it to the next level and buying a bit of soapstone.

Last night, I:

  • had dinner at The Middle East in Cambridge
  • watched a couple DVDs while Joe was out seeing avant guard violin music
  • finished the thumb gusset on the wrist warmers, only to rip it out this afternoon

Friday, January 13, 2006

Today I:

  • had cereal and coffee for breakfast
  • am having a cup of noodles, a banana, and a bag of chips for lunch
  • got a sudden headache when I looked at this sweater
  • wish I had studied Japanese

Japanese and Mandarin have absolutely nothing in common - they are in different language families - except a couple thousand characters that are sometimes pronounced similarly. (The Chinese pronunciation dominating, which is why I heard someone say "child" in what sounded like Mandarin in a Japanese movie once. But the line gets drawn there.)

If I took up Japanese right now I would definitely have an edge over other native English speakers because I have studied written Chinese. I would know some Japanese characters by default, but the meaning might not be the same because of the time that has passed since it was adopted into Japanese. I really wish I could learn both languages, but where am I going to find the time? I have only just managed to wedge Mandarin back into my schedule, which is no small matter.

That Darn Bohemian Lifestyle

I got a letter last night that really confused and bewildered me. It was from my school's financial aid department, those people that hate me. They readjusted my financial aid for Spring 2005 based on what a workhorse I am. Wow, thanks. I have no idea whether this means I owe money or am owed money now - either way, it's a pickle, because I'm not going back. Really. They can't make me.

There was a brief, flickering moment in the midst of all that confusion when I thought it was a Spring 2006 award letter and that they were trying to lure me back. I considered it, and the answer, even faced with five digits of aid, was: "Hell no!"

I have decided that office work is fundamentally unhealthy. I sit for over nine hours a day in front of a computer, staring at a glowing screen, my fingers constantly diddling a mouse and keyboard. My knees always ache, I think I'm getting carpal tunnel syndrome (the knitting probably doesn't help) and I'm gaining weight so fast I don't even recognize myself undressed anymore. I walk 25 minutes to and from work every day, something which is probably just barely holding back the floodgates of obesity and ill-health. Add to it the occupational stress, and beer gut that immediately follows. Ugh. I am a mess, and it will only get worse if I go on this way.

I'm thinking:

Cabinetmaking.

I think I made some sort of surly remark to my last studio instructor about how I should have just been a cabinetmaker instead, but maybe I wasn't just talking out of my ass on three hours of sleep. Maybe I was onto something.

Last night, I:

  • chose between knitting and dinner (Knitting won)
  • knit a Voodoo wrist warmer
  • decided it needs a thumb gusset
  • drank a bottle of mineral water
  • watched Family Man

Thursday, January 12, 2006

It's Mine! Mine! Bwah haha!

Today I:

  • went to work
  • had a bowl of cereal and cup of coffee first
  • am having a slice of brushetta pizza and a bag of Kettle chips for lunch
  • am a greedy knitter

Right before S'nB last night I finished this hat.

I've made seven hats in the past three months, and it's starting to feel a bit ridiculous. I need to move on. Seven socks, maybe. Seven mittens. I could hold my head up about that. But hats? Oy.

Well, at least it's not seven scarves.

Edit: I've actually made eight hats.

Pattern: "Gala" from Rowan #36... again. It's nice pattern, even though I keep changing it.

Size: one size

Yarn: Black Lion Brand Homespun, sewn together with a strand of black Lamb's Pride Super Wash.

Modifications: I did a provisional cast-on for the band and instead of overlapping the ends, I sewed it closed with the kitchener stitch using some Lamb's Pride Super Wash. I put the button over the seam, instead of to the side.

The pattern calls for two strands of yarn (one of them Kid Silk Haze, I believe) - neither of which include synthetics like Lion Brand Homespun, yet oddly enough, it works out pretty well, even if I do say so myself. I liked my wine colored Homespun "Gala" so much I decided to make myself a black one - to match most of my clothes - and I bought a knifty black horn button for an arm and a leg at Windsor Button as garnish. (The button is what makes or breaks this hat.) I was all set to make it up for myself sometime, but then I remembered how I needed to make something black for one of my nieces, so I made the hat for her instead.

Or did I?

I haven't decided. Last night I considered 1) cutting the button off and hastily substituting something I wanted less, 2) in the event that I don't have a button to use, sending the hat to her, sans any button at all, 3) toughening up and sending her the hat as is, with the intention of making myself an exact replica with the remaining yarn, or 4) making her a pair of Voodoo wrist warmers while pretending there never was a hat in the first place.

Don't wrist warmers sound good? I could use a pair, myself.

Oh no.

Last night, I:

  • had a bag of chips, two pieces of Terroni, and the leftover vegan mac & cheese with soybeans for dinner.
  • finished yet another Ellery Queen mystery
  • debated starting another one (I've only read four this week. Is that too many?)
  • nearly finished my black alpaca basketweave scarf. Nearly!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Today I:

  • took a sick day
  • had cereal and coffee for breakfast
  • had vegan mac & cheese with soybeans for lunch
  • drank more coffee
  • thought about things

The things I'm thinking about, to be a bit more specific, are about school. I have pretty much decided I'm not going back to my former school situation; nobody should have to work full-time while taking four night classes, esp. if they major in architecture, aka The Life Drain. I also have an artistic temperament, so it's a wonder I haven't really flipped out yet.

Well, maybe dropping out would be considered flipping out to some, but I call it Exploring New Venues.

There are a lot of venues.

Aquamarine Socks

They really are aquamarine, don't trust this photo.

Pattern: The Knitter's Handy Book of Patterns

Size: about woman's 8-8 1/2, which is unfortunate, since I am a 7 1/2

Yarn: Lamb's Pride Super Wash in Aquamarine (Color SW155)

Modifications: I used the Dutch Heel instructions from Knitting Vintage Socks instead of the one prescribed.

The Knitter's Handy Book of Patterns' idea of leg shaping is going up a needle size, and then half way to the ankle, switching over the correct size, which is what foiled me. My gauge was horribly off. Technically, I could wear these socks, but I hate not having a perfectly snug heel, esp. when it's a Dutch Heel. It's rather unfortunate, since these socks were my reward project for finishing the Bed Socks for my mom. The aquamarine is beautiful and the yarn is fuzzy-soft and machine washable and drat! I'm mailing them to Sibling #1, who has slightly bigger feet than me and is probably the only one of my five sisters who would wear aquamarine socks. Lucky her.

Saturday's Thrifting Booty

I meant to post this earlier in the week, but one thing happened after another, crowding any such a scheme totally out.

Don't you want to know how much the above cost me? I'm dying to tell you. Including the three paperbacks bought and a large green bowl, rounded up to the nearest dollar, it was (drum roll):

$24

Tee hee!

Last night, I:

  • maybe had dinner. Did I?
  • had a bowl of cream of broccoli soup for lunch, and a coffee
  • knit, knit, knit
  • emailed the death notice of my current educational track to my relatives

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Chinese, Again!

Beijing Mandarin, to be precise.

For those of you who don't know, I am a hopeless asiaphile. It could be argued that this is a result of having Asian-descent relatives, or even that Chinese-Japanese guy I dated after high school - personally, I don't know. (I think I dated that nut job because he was half Asian, not the other way around.)
Maybe I should blame the Japanese Tea Master that taught my high school advanced art class for a semester. And that damn tea ceremony he did for us. Hard to say. But my asiaphilia manifests itself in an interesting, inconsistant manner.

For instance,

  • I have four books on bonsai
  • one dead bonsai
  • two books on Chinese pottery
  • various dishes and items the color of green tea ice cream
  • I know that "chocolate meat", at a Fillippino party, is actually pig's blood
  • and I study Mandarin.

That's right: I studied Beijing Mandarin for a year and a half. I scribbled characters for hours upon hours, peered myopically at palm-sized flash cards and muttered "QuAR? quAr? QUAar?" to myself while I waited in lines. I sometimes dream in remedial Mandarin. (Since I know only about 500 words, it's not usually a very interesting dream.)

Yet, I haven't written a character in a year - it's getting difficult to read Chinese menus.

This, of course, can't go on.

I'm starting another class tonight.

Gotta go, I'll be late!


Monday, January 09, 2006

F.O.

Today I:
  • had cereal and coffee for breakfast
  • had a banana for Second Breakfast
  • am eating leftover pizza with white sauce, ricotta dollops, artichoke hearts, olives, basil, and mushrooms for lunch (it's rough)

Pink Ribbed Beanie

Pattern: My own.

Size: Small (20" circumference)

Yarn: Cascade 220 knit up with US #7 dpns

I am not really happy with this hat, for two reasons. #1 is the crown. I was too intellectually lazy this weekend to think of a clever way to decrease it, and it's pretty obvious. #2 is that while Cascade 220 is very nice yarn, it was uncomfortable to knit. This may be because I was using US #7s right after using US #5s for days.

I made a mitten with the remaining yarn, but I'm not going to show a picture of it just yet, since I am going to frog it down to the cuff and start it over. Why the fuss? you may wonder. Well, it's my first mitten.

This weekend, I:

  • had a lot of pizza
  • tried to make vegan nachos
  • knitted in circles, almost literally
  • organized my apartment some
  • wished I had a trust fund

Friday, January 06, 2006

Pink, Pink, and ... More Pink!

Today I:

  • had the usual cereal with some real coffee (for a change!)
  • ate most of a banana
  • am having potato gnocchi with sauteed portabella mushrooms, garlic, and red onions with marinara sauce for lunch
  • had another cup of coffee, black
  • wonder if all this pink will make me crazy, or hopelessly infantile

Pink Seaman's Hat for Sibling #5

Pattern: Needlebeetle's Seaman's Cap

Size: Medium

Yarn: Plymouth Yarn Encore Worsted (75% acrylic, 25% wool) Color 029

Modifications: Totally unintentional, for the most part. I forgot to bring my US #6 dpns to S'nB last Weds. so I knitted the crown on US #5 dpns instead. I also added an extra row before decreasing to have a slightly deeper crown.

Three Seaman's Caps down, only one to go! (I hope!)

Another Pink Thing

So I opted for the "what strikes my fancy as I cast on" pattern for this hat, which turns out to be a 20" circumference ribbed beanie. (This hat is for a nine year old girl.) I haven't thought very much about how I will decrease it - aside from the intervals - so you'll be just as surprised as me at the crown of this hat when it's done. Sudden cables? Twists? Little purled valleys? There's no guessing; we'll just have to wait and see!

For both of these hats I used machine washable yarns. One goes to a kid and the other to what some people might consider a kid - a fifteen year old girl. Neither of them will be likely to carefully wash these items in wool detergent and gently squeeze them between towels before laying them out to dry. Which is unfortunate, because I have leftover yarn to finally make this pig, (scroll up to see it) or at least the idea of it. I'll have to live without a felted version, is all. Oh, how I suffer.

I don't know which of the yarns I'm going to use. The Plymouth yarn has a nice, smooth fuzziness about it in stockinette, but the Cascade yarn is probably of an overall better quality... and less likely to show dirt.

Hmm... I could always do both and give one away, right?

Last night, I:
  • had potato gnocchi with sauteed portabella mushrooms, garlic, and... well, you know. I had lunch for dinner. (Or is that dinner for lunch?)
  • chugged some OJ
  • watched The Corporation

Thursday, January 05, 2006

What Deadline?

Today I:
  • had an apple and coffee for breakfast (Out of soy milk!)
  • am having two bean and rice burritos and a banana for lunch
  • am not especially indulging in coffee
  • am freezing
  • scored some walnuts from the OKC

I'm slowly making progress in my Xmas projects. (Yes, I have no shame, but I'm persistent!) I have a little bit of an excuse in that my cat Jameson runs interference. He does not even remotely understand why I could spend any amount of time not completely focused upon him.

This photo was taken last night after the S'nB. See me diligently knitting away at Sibling #5's pink Seaman's Cap? See the new, ultra-humane, living fur stole I'm sporting, all the while?

It's a wonder I get anything done.

I'm supposed to make a hat for one of my nieces out of this pink yarn. I haven't even settled on a pattern; I keep vacillating between a 2nd Edition of the Cabled Beanie I made for Kasumi, a simple roll-brim hat, or I don't know, whatever strikes my fancy when I cast on.

Magic Stripes, Take Two.

Remember the fugly Lion Bran Magic Stripe socks I was making with Wendy's Toe-Up Sock pattern? Remember how I hated it? The yarn, the pattern, everything? Well, here it is, cuff-down now. I'm almost to the heel flap and I must say I am feeling much more warm and fuzzy inside about it this time.

The colorway (Lumber Jack Black) is still pretty bad, I admit that, but I'm determined to finish these socks. Because I'm stubborn. I will make these socks, and I will wear them!

Red Alpaca Scarf for Sibling #1

I haven't started this project yet, but I'm itching to. I have two skeins of deep red Catalina Baby Alpaca for it, but I can't decide between a simple rib sequence or the Irish Hiking Scarf pattern.

Last night, I:

  • had leftover eggplant parmesan sub for dinner
  • drank a coffee with soy milk at S'nB
  • ate a bag of Kettle Chips
  • saw a sweater on a co-worker that I really, really want to knit
  • had a cup of tea

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Thrifting 101

Thrifting is akin to playing a sport, or gambling. It is addictive, unpredictable, and sometimes exhausting. There is a knack. Since I am a hopelessly compulsive thrifter I thought I might have some useful tips to pass on.

I'm not going to point out the pros and cons of thrifting per se in this entry. The fact that you are reading it means that either 1)you are interested in thrifting, 2)you're open to maybe being interested, or 3) you're just plain lost. If you're lost, there's a new link to BBC News to the right that will get you out of here and on to something more interesting. If you're here about the thrifting, here we go!


Know what you are looking for

I don't mean "I am looking for a white GAP blouse with 3/4 sleeves that gathers at the bodice" - because even if you do happen to find this particular item, it probably won't be in your size. I mean you need a general idea. Do you need work clothes? Jeans to wear while you drywall? A new curtain? These are helpful starting points that will determine where you will do your thrifting. Not every thrift store is the same, they usually reflect the neighborhood they are in. For instance, I always go to thrift stores near universities. This is because the odds of finding small, fashionable clothing and interesting books goes way up.

Thrifting takes time

Set aside at least a couple hours. You're not going to get a real idea of what is in the thrift store if you're in a hurry.

Which reminds me:

Relax

There's no point in taking two hours to cruise through two floors of used stuff if you're too stressed to think straight. If you have something you need to be doing elsewhere, or you're about to be late, forget it. Take care of your obligations first. Those of you who have kids, get a sitter if you can. Kids go together badly with shopping, everyone knows this. You'll enjoy it more, and so will everyone else. Of course this option isn't always available, which is why being relaxed is so important: you're less likely to flip out after twenty minutes of listening to someone's three year old whine.

Dress Comfortably

Wear clothing that is easy to get on and off quickly and with little hassle in the fitting room. I suggest slip-on shoes with socks, also, so that you don't have to touch the floor with your bare feet. Even if there are no fitting rooms, don't wear very many layers or carry much in with you. The luggage will wear you down and the layers will be in your way. I like to wear pants with a shirt and cardigan. The cardigan will keep me warm, but it also comes off quickly to try things on in front of the mirror. The pants are good because you can hold the seams of skirts and pants up to the seams of the pants you're wearing to gauge size.

Know Thyself

I don't mean this metaphysically. I mean know your limits, financially, physically, and psychologically.

For instance, I only buy slip or baby doll dresses at thrift stores. This is because if I buy something with sleeves it inevitably turns out that I need to radically alter it to fit my bustline. This is much simpler of a task when there isn't a complicated structure to deal with, like sleeves, shoulder pads, etc.

For the same reason, I never buy sleeveless career dresses, the kind that often go with matching blazers. Even if I altered the bustline to fit me, it would still look terrible. It's not that I am tremendously obese, but that I am teeny tiny. I don't have enough curve to make it look like anything more than sack on me.

Also, I often buy very plain clothes that look rather unexciting on the rack. That is because I will actually wear them, as opposed to admiring them hanging in my closet for years.

Develop a method and apply it with patience and tenacity

Good stuff hides, so you'll need to look at everything, even if you think it won't be there. For instance, in a store with a central aisle, I'll begin at the front right, work my way to the back, come around the left and work my way to the front, then go to the other level of the store, if there is one, and repeat. I also tend to look at one side of a rack at a time, even if a have one on my right and my left. This way I've seen everything there is to see, and I know it for a fact.

Look everywhere

Thrift store employees often put things in the wrong place. For instance, I find a lot of size 3 women's clothing in the children's section, just because it's small. Likewise, you will find pants for short men in the women's pants, and very large women's shirts in the men's section. I found a nice vase in the books once.

Pay attention

Look for stains, strange smells, tears, missing buttons, snags, etc. A little caution doesn't hurt.

Quality

Maybe you're looking for a Halloween costume, or your kitschy. I'm not. I'm usually on the prowl for work clothes or summer dresses, so the quality of the clothes I find is important to me. (Hence the ferreting out linen and wool.) These are the things I consider:

  • brand (The Limited, XOXO, there's a difference.)
  • material (high rayon and polyester content is a bad sign)
  • color (tacky, or not tacky?)

Texture

Ok, so you're facing a whole rack of black pants, and it's bit daunting. You can't see a damn thing. What do you do?

You feel the pants, one by one. Polyester feels different than linen and wool. With a little practice you could find expensive, soft wool pants blindfolded. If that's not your thing, you could just as easily find the shite.

When I'm looking through a rack I'm feeling the fabric more than I'm looking at it. If I feel something nice, I take a look. This is especially important in the less tidy places, since it saves time and effort. My arms get very tired pushing aside clothes on racks.

Always keep your receipt

Today I:

  • had cereal and weird flavored coffee for breakfast
  • ate a banana and two burritos for lunch
  • am drinking coffee black
  • look snappy, now that I have clean laundry to wear


Last night, I:

  • had an eggplant parmesan sub for dinner while doing laundry
  • drank a cup of chamomile tea
  • read more Ellery Queen
  • went to bed early

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

2005

Today I:

  • had cereal yet again.. but barely touched my coffee (weird flavored stuff)
  • forgot to bring lunch
  • don't like going outside in the snow/rain
  • ate only a banana for lunch

I was just looking at my site meter and it's odd how traffic here spiked when I put in the Mutter Museum of Medical Oddities. Really. Maybe I should knit conjoined twins or bloated intestines or something and really get popular.

I think not.

It's hard to wear those kind of things.

Party Animal


I stayed home for New Year's. This is a result of my generally lackluster feelings about holidays. What is being celebrated? A party? A digit? I just don't get it. I knitted, read, and watched a couple videos.

The Year 2005 in Brief
(Keep in mind as you read this that at my review at work the word "cheerful" was used in describing my demeanor. I call that funny!)

January: Moved to Dorchester from Philadelphia - kind of like being bumped up a level of Hell for good behavior. Broke, no heat, exploitive rent, awkward if impossible transportation, dysfunctional roommates of legendary proportions and a stressed out boyfriend.

February: All of the above, plus a job and school. Five hours sleep a night, window falls out during a snowstorm. Boyfriend starts violin-making school and gets a barista job.

March: All of the above, plus boyfriend's relentless unhappiness with his job, living situation, weather. Not feeling too hot about it, either. He finally gets a job at school.

April: Not so cold.

May: Planning mutiny. Semester over.

June: Abandon ship. Beg money from relatives and move to the North End. Avoid school.

July: Get to listen to boyfriend constantly complain about parades.

August: Is it hot, or is it just me?

September: Avoid school. Think I should have stayed in California.

October: Maybe Boston isn't so bad, but school is. So is work. Start a knitting blog.

November: Join Stitch 'n Bitch in an effort to not become completely introverted. Start to have a little fun. Skip out on Thanksgiving with "relatives". Considering transferring to art school.

December: Convinced I either need to 1) quit my job, 2) quit school, or 3) all of the above. Former instructor talks me down. Looking for new job.

Yesterday, I:
  • had tater tots and tofu dogs for breakfast
  • realized I'm 10 lbs overweight and half my clothes don't fit me
  • burnt a hole in the tablecloth with my clothes iron
  • started the second sock to go with the one I made too big (Symmetry in all things!)
  • went to the Green Dragon with Joe, where I got to do the complaining for a change
  • had fish and chips and an Irish coffee for dinner
  • ate half a pomegranite for dessert
  • started another Ellery Queen mystery
  • fantasized about a thrifting entry
  • watched Reign of Fire again. What can I say?

Next time:

Thrifting 101

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Fickleness

Today I:
  • had corn/flax/amaranth flakes and coffee for breakfast
  • am having a bean and rice burrito, a bag of Kettle chips, and a banana for lunch
  • am experiencing knitting options overload

There are so many things I want to knit I don't know where to begin. I'm going totally ADD. And I still have some X-mas knitting to do:

  1. pink seaman's hat
  2. pink hat (child size)
  3. red scarf (this is a new addition)
  4. something or other, probably black (I forget)
  5. pink flower brooch
  6. black newsies (flip-top mittens)

I forced myself to bring the pink seaman's hat to last night's S'nB, but I didn't get very far. I was too busy eating and looking at knitting books and generally procrastinating. At present, I have quite a few non-Xmas things in the knitting queue:

  1. black seaman's hat
  2. 4 pairs of socks (I bring this on myself)
  3. a cardigan... or three
  4. black alpaca scarf
  5. revamping Joe's scarf

And, of course, I am perpetually adding more. It was only last night that I started one of those four pairs of socks (Ugh!) - a basic rib-cuff, stockinette sock using aquamarine Lamb's Pride Superwash. Since I'm using US #7 needles there is actually some hope of these getting done sometime soon. Meanwhile, my Gentleman's Shooting Socks languish. Not because I don't love them, but because I am too distracted to look up where I left off in the pattern.

Top it all off with the Aran knitalong I am about to join in order to use up all that Orchard worsted wool my grandma sent me.

Wish me luck at actually achieving FO.

Last night, I:

  • drank a hot cocoa and some kind of Japanese chocolate bar
  • had a can of tuna and an avocado for dinner. I gave a nod to civilization and put the avocado on a plate.
  • had coffee with soy milk and a pack of chips at Sn'B
  • watched Reign of Fire again while knitting socks.
  • noticed no significant change in the health of my houseplants

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Morbid, Me?

Today I:

  • had the same thing as yesterday for breakfast - exciting me!
  • had a banana and two bean and rice burritos for lunch - hungry me!
  • drank a cup of green tea
  • passed over the whole pineapple and grapefruit on the OFC (WTF?)

Saturday I went to the Mutter Museum of Medical Oddities in Philadelphia before heading off to X-mas Eve dinner. Joe and I had our first date there and haven't been back since. Not much has changed: the giant skeleton still stands next to the dwarf skeleton, the soap woman is in her glass case, the fetuses are still lined up along the wall, and the Before and After shots of syphilis are still up, giving hope to us all that yes, there is a cure! This time there was a special exhibition on conjoined twins, the illnesses of the Lewis & Clark Expedition, and the medical history of US presidents.


I must admit that one of the things I like about the Mutter is the decor. Lots of dark wood paneling and brass railing.

I wanted to go there the first time because I had heard about it during my move to Philadelphia and was curious. Joe wanted to go there because it was somewhere I wanted to go, and was willing to go with him. A museum of medical oddities probably sounds like a strange place for a first date, but let me tell you, it certainly does make you feel life is short, precious, and above all, unaccountably weird, which is not a bad mind set for a first date, come to think of it. What is that funny feeling in my stomach? It must be love... or fear or dying. Hmmm.

Well, we've been together five years.

This time, Joe bought the T-shirt. And the calendar. And eyeball candy. (His enthusiasm is growing on the subject, which is surprising, considering his childhood hypochondria.)

Last night, I:

  • had a eggplant parmesan sub and an Italian beer while doing laundry
  • ate a couple Terroni
  • drank a lot of water
  • finally got a plant light for my dying plants
  • found myself strangely attracted to its light
  • knit under it for an hour - or rather - unknit an entire sock and started over
  • got more sock yarn in the mail

Thursday, December 22, 2005

I Came, I Saw, I Nearly Vomited

Today I :
  • had corn/flax/amaranth flakes with soy milk and coffee for breakfast
  • am having a bean and rice burrito for lunch
  • should have stayed home (almost everyone else did!)

The Dreaded Philly Trip

I made it back alive! Whoo-Ee!

The cat was alive when we got back, too, thanks to our trusty catsitter.

Joe swears he will never pressure me into going to Philadelphia again. I'm not sure I want to go anywhere again. I get nauseous in the elevator at work, on trolleys, you name it, it will make me puke. It only took a couple incidents to convince selfish older cousins that to bully me out of the window seat on road trips was not in their best interests. I could tell you how many times a 45 lbs five year old girl can puke within twenty minutes, and it's a lot more than you would expect.

Anyway.

I forgot to buy Dramamine. I spent 16+ hours on various Chinatown buses trying not to relive my childhood. I packed an entire bag of knitting projects and only managed to pass the heel on one of the Lion Brand Magic Stripe Toe-Up socks between boughts. I tried the sock on last night, and you know what? I really hate what happens with the heel. The easiest thing to do at this point would be to RIP OUT THE WHOLE DAMN SOCK AND START IT OVER FROM THE CUFF.

So, yeah, big -10 on the knitting scale this weekend.

I also got my wish re. hearing Mandarin on the Chinatown bus, but it was torture. It was right behind me. Two guys were talking to each other, one rather hesitantly, but I didn't think anything of it at the time since Mandarin is often a second language to Chinese (the first being their local dialect.) However, after about an hour of this the guy who spoke fluent, natural Mandarin started explaining the history of Taiwan and the Sino-Japanese War to the other guy. My head whipped around, and yes! Dammit! Argh!

The hesitant guy was American. A red head.

Jealousy gnawed at me for the next couple hours. (That, and motion sickness.)

I really need to either 1) resume studying Mandarin or 2) give it up altogether.

There are some positive things to report, however.

For instance, I did not, in fact, lose my wallet in New York. It was on my coat pocket. (There's a reason why I wore a wallet chain for ten years that has nothing to do with fashion.)

Also, I got to see an awesome sink in the spare bathroom at Bob's house:


I want this sink so badly I can taste it. The bathroom tile is rather common for West Philly, but this sink! The house is Late Victorian and this could possibly be the original sink. (The basin itself is porcelain, a replacement.) If they installed this sink in the '20s I'd be very surprised. Most of the 1920s sinks I've seen are enameled cast iron, either wall-mounted or pedestal style, but never like this. This is straight-up Edwardian, possibly Victorian, in my opinion. (1910s at the latest.) This bathroom also had a wooden wall-mounted medicine cabinet over the sink and a claw-footed tub. The toilet was newish (last forty years).

Sad to say this bathroom was the single most exciting thing for me all weekend. That and Rosalie.


This is Rosalie. She is a very small, very squat cat, and she likes to climb ladders.
Rosalie belongs to a couple people we know in Philly who let us crash at their house Friday night. Their house, like many Philly houses, is what I like to call "in transition".
Stairwell outside the room we slept in. Watch that first step!


The room we slept in. Our hostess was very proud of her newly sheetrocked walls and loft bed. I covet the little red table.
Kitchen wall, with the Madonna and Baby Jim painting. Very festive. Did I mention we stayed with artist types?

Last night, I:

  • had cheeseless pizza for lunch
  • drank much coffee
  • ate tater tots and Tofu Pups for dinner
  • had half a croissant for breakfast
  • drank a beer
  • watched Amelie twice

Later: I did more research and yes, indeed, that is the original sink!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Fug

Today I:

  • had a slice of carrot cake for breakfast, courtesy of the OKC
  • have had two cups of coffee
  • am having the leftover "Asian stir fry" for lunch
  • got an astonishing Xmas bonus
  • wonder whatever I did for it

It is going to be very hard to leave this job if they keep buttering me up like this. Tonight is the Xmas party, even. There will be dinner and an open bar. Devious employers!

I started my first pair of Magic Stripe socks last night using Wendy's Toe-Up method (and with the help of the Knitting Fiend. It always helps to cross-reference directions.) The result is, I have mastered wrapping short rows!

Well, perhaps that was an overstatement. I did wrap short rows. They weren't so bad that I had to reknit them.

The sock, however, is about to be decimated.

Fugly, yes, it is; Lion Brand Magic Stripes, yes, that, too... But that is not the reason I will be unraveling the thing tonight.

My gauge is off.

It needs to be 8s=1", but it is 8.5s=1". Maybe not a big deal to some of you, since socks should stretch on the feet, but if I kept on this way the doubt would gnaw away at me through the next 300 gazillion stitches needed to make one sock, and that is hardly the attitude I want to have going forth in this project. General negativity about the everlasting quality of a sock project is enough without bitter ambivalence about whether it will fit or not. That said, it does seem to be going remarkably quick without a *yo, k3tog, yo* sequence every four rows. It should be even faster on US #2 dpns.

Last night, I:

  • had potato gnocchi with mushrooms and pasta sauce for dinner
  • had couple chips
  • kept saying, "Wow! Look! Stripes!" and "I wonder if these will fit?"
  • had no idea that Wednesday would be a hopelessly decadent yarn spending spree

Did you read that last bit right?

Yeah, so did I.

Gotta go!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Tell Me Not To Go

Today I:
  • had a cup of corn flakes for breakfast
  • have had a lot of coffee, yet again
  • am eating "Asian stir fry" with... yeh... chicken in it
  • have no pictures for you

Having no pictures when I post is very bad in my mind because, well, frankly when I'm cruising the knitblogs I am really just looking at pictures. It's the design profession. We don't really read, we just pretend to read.

Friday I take the Chinatown bus to New York, where I will transfer to a different Chinatown bus that will take me to Philadelphia. There are pros and cons to this situation:

Pros

  1. Chinatown buses are generally more efficient and speedy than Greyhound or Peter Pan or what have you
  2. They are also much, much cheaper
  3. I can eavesdrop on some Mandarin, hopefully
  4. I can probably knit the whole time, or read, or listen to language tapes

Cons

  1. I'm going to New York
  2. I'm going to Philadelphia
  3. The trip lasts at least 6 hours
  4. I do not trust the bathrooms
  5. I get motion sickness (in the elevator at work, on trolleys, in the subway...)
  6. I have this premonition of death in a fiery, bloody, metal-grinding crash on some stupid turnpike (so if it happens, remember: I told you so)
  7. I would rather spend the fare on yarn
  8. I don't want to go
  9. My boyfriend/partner/whatnot has been pleading for me to go
  10. Did I mention Philadelphia? I hate Philadelphia.

Last night, I:

  • had half an eggplant parmesan sub for dinner and a mini bottle of Pelligrino
  • drank a hot cocoa
  • did loads and loads of laundry
  • knitted very little

Monday, December 19, 2005

X-mas Knitting - Literally

Today I:

  • had a piece of toast with avocado hummus and coffee for breakfast
  • am having bruchetta pizza and yogurt and green onion Kettle Chips for lunch
  • will explain why I am telling you this
  • still can't believe I finished my mom's socks
  • have a picture to prove it

Pattern: Bed Socks from Knitting Vintage Socks

Yarn: less than one ball of Sockotta (color 08)

Needles: set of US #2 dpns

Size: large

Modifications: replaced allover pattern with 3x3 ribbing on heel flap and sole; added an extra pattern repeat to increase foot length

Would you ever knit this again? Maybe. If I forget how frickin' long it took me.

W.I.P. or What Am I Going To Knit During X-mas?

Forget the X-mas knitting deadline - (I have) - the real concern now is what I will knit during the 6 hour bus ride to and from the event itself.

What do I have to choose from? Well, I'm glad you asked. It just so happens there are a couple or a dozen projects to choose from, each with their own particular qualities to recommend them:

  1. Gentleman's Shooting Socks - one sock half done
  2. Magic Stripe Toe-Up Socks - will have to finally read that tutorial on wrapping short rows
  3. Bobble Cardigan - have 8 more inches of 18" wide stockinette stitching to go for back (on US #4 dpns)
  4. Vintage Raglan Cardigan - back already blocked
  5. Pink Seaman's Cap - already cast on, and it's a X-mas present
  6. Pink Cabled Beanie - X-mas present, nice yarn
  7. Simple Cardigan - okay so maybe I haven't started this yet but I want to use that Avocado Wool of the Andes
  8. Blue Acrylic Roll-Brim Hat for Hapless Victim - I can't let this yarn go to waste, no matter the cost
  9. Black Alpaca Basketweave Scarf - half done already

Above: Basketweave Scarf

So maybe I have already decided I will work on this scarf over the holidays because 1) it's for me and 2) it's brainless, but I don't see it lasting more than a one-way trip. I need to be prepared for the return trip, Friday night, all of Saturday and most of Sunday. I could probably crank out and entire sweater during that time in a desperate attempt to blot out my surroundings. (Wine and beer can only do so much before things become critical.)

Which reminds me - here's my first Cosmopolitan. I had it at InQ during the kpixie trunk show. Very tasty drink, I recommend, although I must say, half an inch into this I was already giggling. Luckily I hadn't brought enough knitting with me for the entire event, deftly (if accidentally) avoiding a dreadful Knitting While Intoxicated incident.

Why I Tell The World What I Eat Or Drink

I've been asked this several times. Reading back in this blog a couple weeks may answer that question for you, but if that's too much to ask, here is a basic response that I will reference from time to time:

  1. I am not on a diet, per se
  2. I have actually gained weight since starting this list
  3. It is just to act as my nutritional/lifestyle conscience, thereby granting me some kind of self-control (or maybe a little guilt? Maybe.)
  4. Therefore, it has to be public, or it wouldn't work.

Yesterday I:

  • had a cup of black coffee for breakfast with two scrambled eggs
  • had a bowl of potato gnocchi with mushrooms and pasta sauce for lunch
  • had two bowls of chocolate ice cream and a couple pieces of dark Polish chocolate for dinner
  • had half of Joe's glass of wine
  • did not feel the slightest pang of guilt or remorse
  • will probably do it again tonight

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Boggled

Today I:

  • had a piece of toast with cream cheese and a cup of coffee for breakfast
  • have had a lot of coffee since then
  • am having leftover fish tacos for lunch
  • am desperately searching the Internet for Aran patterns

Weds. night I was pleasantly surprised when I got home by the arrival of two packages: my KnitPicks order and the promised yarn from my grandma. I was also late for the Stitch 'n Bitch meeting, so I only had time to rifle through them in cursory manner before running off excitedly with a bag full of yarn samples. So, it wasn't until I got home that I was able to take a good, hard look at what I had.

I was thoroughly boggled.

The KnitPicks order was not very boggling. Everything was in order, even the stuff I'd forgotten I ordered, like the dpn point holders. Below: 6 50g balls of "Coal" Wool of the Andes

Much to my relief, "coal" is just another word for black. The picture on the KnitPicks website had be thinking it might just be a very, very dark gray.

Below: 10 50g balls of "Avocado" Wool of the Andes

I expected an apple green color, and what I got was more like pistachio, or green tea ice cream. It is mellow and rich. This is not a bad thing. As luck would have it, it's my favorite color in the world (aside from black). I may have to order more. (Cat not included.)

Grandma's Care Box
I'm sure you've gotten one of these before, but not necessarily from your grandma: a box full of used clothing, new socks, packages of hot cocoa and a tin of homemade cookies. Just the things to make a snow day better, if you're not picky. My grandma happens to excel at Care Boxes. Alas, this time, there were no cookies. Or socks.

There was clothing. I'm wearing one of the sweaters now. It's agreed that if it doesn't fit me, or suit my style, I am free to do what I will with it. This sometimes means making a Care Envelope for Sibling #1 or a trip to the thrift store. None of the clothing in the latest Care Box was very boggling - that is, if you're familiar with the ways of the '70's.

This skein was a little perplexing, but not boggling. A quick flame test declared it to be acrylic. No more mystery there.
The "shaggy" yarn Grandma warned me about did give me a slight pause. That isn't an impaled sheep. It's a sweater. Here's what is was supposed to look like:
This Sumptuous Shag of Gespa Yarn is 38% wool, 56% acrylic, and 60% nylon, it claims. Does that add up? I guess it's genuine, 154% ecru fug, but I know what to do with it. It came to me almost immediately:

Bath mat.

Here is the boggling bit. Grandma said she had an unfinished project that she wasn't going to touch again, made of white worsted wool, and that there was probably enough of it to make a sweater.

Yay! I hoped when she said "white" wool, she meant "natural white" wool, because I have been dying to make an Aran sweater for some time now. I thought cabling in one color would be boring, but Kasumi's hat taught me otherwise. I have been searching like a woman possessed for a good Aran pattern ever since.

And then the yarn arrived. And not only was it "natural" white (Yippee!) and didn't smell funny or have moth holes, etc., it was a WHOLE LOT of yarn. Not SOME yarn, which is maybe a handful (enough for a hat, or one sock), or A LOT of yarn, which is what I call the amount of yarn that can be fit into a backpack and conveniently carried, but a WHOLE LOT.

A WHOLE LOT is considerably less than the notorious SHITLOAD (which is approximately twice A WHOLE LOT), but much larger than it's close neighbor A LOT. A WHOLE LOT doesn't fit in a backpack. A WHOLE LOT takes more than one trip to carry. For instance, you could say that in my apartment I have A WHOLE LOT of yarn, since it rivals the furniture, but I wish I had a SHITLOAD, even though I have no idea what I would do with it.

Which brings me to the boggling. I was so boggled when I saw that it was A WHOLE LOT of yarn that I said something that I rarely ever, ever say:

Dude.

Do you see that blanket? That's about 3'-6" by 4'-6", and it's meant to be cannibalized for yarn. Those balls on the blanket, the smallest is 6" in diameter.

This stuff is old, too. Look at this label. This is a testament to my Grandma's fastidious ways.

Dude. I'm 5'-1", about 110 lbs. On a chubby day I wear a size 5. How many sweaters is this? Tams? Twined knit mittens?

I think I need to go lay down.

Yesterday, I:
  • had a piece of toast with cream cheese, coffee, coffee, coffee, a banana, and a fish taco at the Cheesecake Factory
  • then had potato gnocchi with Newman's mushroom pasta sauce and some rose wine
  • stared at A WHOLE LOT of yarn
  • finished my Pocketbook Slippers
  • had a sore wrist, so I couldn't knit much
  • watched more Dark Shadows
  • stared at the yarn again