How to drive someone crazy from 1100 miles away

07 May 2007

Some Things with Which I Must Come to Terms

  1. Unblocked lace looks like crap, no matter what stage of knitting you are in. Even if it is just the first pattern repeat. Even if you stretch really, really hard. Even if you wish with all your might.
  2. There are some twenty-something young men (and some in their early thirties) who will simply never learn to pull their pants up. They will also never learn that a belt is not for holding said pants just below the curve of their ass. And there is no stopping them from walking by my apartment.
  3. I cannot make time stand still. No matter how short the rest of the row or round I am working on, when it's time to get ready for work, I must get up and do it (more like I should have done it ten minutes ago).
  4. The cat wants to escape. It is my sworn duty to prevent this and thwart his efforts at every turn and all costs, excepting of course the cost of the cat himself. I must accept that this is a never-ending battle with the cat, and he will never admit defeat or "just learn, already!"
  5. Laundry never ends, unless you do it naked and stay that way for the rest of your natural existence.
  6. I cannot make Yoshi do all the chores I set out for him in one day, even if it is only two small tasks. I love Yoshi because he does not blindly submit to my authority and I must make every effort to remember this when he tells me he was "planning on doing that tomorrow."
  7. UPS does not respond to telepathic messages to hurry up and deliver my yarn and books. Actually, they don't necessarily have to respond favorably even if I use more conventional methods of communication (like the phone or email) because I only paid for ground shipping.
  8. My desire for Yoshi to be awake and fun does not supercede his need for a decent night's sleep.
  9. Despite the rumors, stash does not breed on its own. You have to spend actual money on it. And sometimes food and shower soap are more important, depending on how many days you can go without public contact, fed on a Ramen noodle diet.
  10. Grammar and spelling skills did not necessarily sink in to the rest of the world in the same way it did me. Sometimes, one of us is wrong, and I must be willing to accept that it could be me before making calls to advertising agencies.

And breathe, and relaaaax.

05 May 2007

Seriously. Knititng content.

But due to an extreme household-wide AA-battery shortage, no pictures. The camera had to take the sacrifice in the interest of lighting up my weakly lit but lovely all the same new apartment.

Big green sweater-type thing needs about three inches of sleeve, bind off, and weave something like three ends in to be finished. I have been knitting my tails in by double-stranding (the yarn is sort of thick-thin anyway, so it doesn't even show) and the finishing on this thing is going to be so minimal I can't even believe it. It is warm, chunky, and just what I needed, and an hour from being done.

Several months ago, I started a red cotton dishcloth and then relegated it to the WIP pile due to boredom. A severe case of finish-it-up-itis led me to really, really want my #8s back, and since the silly thing needed literally ten more rows, I finished it up. It needs a button, but the sucker's done. It's even cute. I am going to try to whip out two matching scrubbies or warshrags ala Mason Dixon to complete the set for my future mother in law. I've got plenty of white cotton to compliment the red, and I get such a Jack-and-Meg-White-feeling from the peppermint combination. Definitely should bust out some recommended listening while working on those; I think I could knit like lightning if Hotel Yorba were playing in the background.

I cast on a Lotus Blossom tank out of a stash dive. I am on row 7 (OMG!) and I am loving it. I did not join the KAL , seems I am a little late to all those parties. I am using SWTC Bamboo in Tequila. I noticed that there is a girl named Lisa also knitting the LBT in the same colorway on the KAL, but I assure you, she is not me. I am pretty sure I must be shorter.

I keep buying yarn. It's an addiction. I can't imagine ever knitting all the yarn I already have, but I must have more. I'm like a fiber zombie; rather than walking around moaning "braaaaiiins....," I say "yaaaarrrrnn..." I do realize this is very common, but seriously. This is just getting wasteful. There's a pile of angora blend on it's way to me right now, as well as some Malabrigo, so I went out and bought some sock yarn and, of all things, some Daria Multi. What the heck am I going to do with that? I think it's coasters for the bedroom.

Speaking of which, we also bought new bedroom furniture, as some of the old stuff succumbed to gravity and lost it's finish during the move. It will be here in June, squee!

'Kay, bye.