Pretty Pretty Things

We went to my parents house for family day, and my Mom graciously agreed to take some photos of some recent (and one not so recent) projects - because yarn always looks nicer in the great outdoors.

Tune Cap - Wendy Barnard design

This hat has a pocket stitched into the brim, along with holes to thread earphones through - so you can stick your Ipod in your hat brim and neatly tuck the cords away. It was a fun, easy knit.



Luxe Cowl - Knit Two Together

My first handspun turned into a fantastic cowl. I love it, it's so pretty and soft. It's a very fast knit, even if you have to spin an extra two feet to finish the bind off.



Easy Mittens - One Skein Wonders

I knit these ages ago, and I still love them to death.

The Best Quote Ever, Ever and Forever...

Well. At least the best quote if you watch Battlestar Galactica and are a big ol' nerd.

Like me.

"You six people who are left, that went along with our mutiny? You six people are awesome. Rapists, racists, murderers, insane bomber terrorists, good to see ya. Conner and Seelix? Good people, I'm proud to have you with me. Who needs Earth with a Douche Patrol like we got going here? Yeah! Now, I know many of you had loved ones on those ten ships, and all our food was there, but trust me: this next part is going to be great. ...Hmm? What's that? Oh, no. No plan of any sort. Sorry if I wasn't clear about that: we have no frakking clue what we're supposed to do now. I was just really pissed off. See, my leg got shot in this other mutiny -- not a great, awesome one like this, but a tiny, bitchy one -- and then my BFF shot herself in the head, and Gaius stopped returning my calls, and I became a heroin addict, then my bisexual college robot fling from New Caprica turned out to be a serial killer, and it turned out I knew that? Sort of. Oh, and plus, remember Earth? Yeah, right? Awkward! Then I broke up with my boyfriend for no reason, and then -- worst of all -- no matter how many times I stomped my feet -- um, foot -- and whined, people kept acting like there was a possible future, or that being kind to other people was a good idea. Fuckers. So... Yeah, that's about it. Not really a plan, per se, but at least our jump drives are still shitty and one-third as powerful as they could be, and I think all seven of us can agree that that's a good thing. Could you pass me the nothing? I'm sort of hungry."

~ from Television Without Pity

Maybe the Socks Need to Lay Off the Sauce...

Such a Little Booze Hound:


I am working on the Globe Trotter socks, and they are taking for-freaking-ever, I swear. I started January fourteenth and I am still working on the first sock - I am only halfway down the foot. It is killing me here. I don't even know how I am going to get through the second sock. I might have to invest in a drug habit. I can't figure out why they are taking so damn long - the pattern is straightforward, and I have been working on them fairly devotedly (other than a brief detour to knit a hat, which took less than a day, really.) I wasn't knitting with mismatched needles, or crazy stitch marker substitutes, or in a darkened theater, and only once under the influence. The martinis seemed to help even, and that heel practically turned itself and didn't look at all the worse for wear the morning after.

The Morning After:


I took the darn thing on a globe trotting (well, province trotting anyways) jaunt! It got to be pictured with knitting icons! Where is the love?

It owes me, and at this point that toe better knit itself.

All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others...

... or, why one shouldn't examine Richard Scarry too closely.

I have just finished reading Busy, Busy Town for the eight millionth time, and I am very disturbed. Why, for instance, do farmer and Mrs. Haystack, both goats, keep chickens? Why does Mr. Pig have a cow? And why, oh why, at the grocery store, is the nice butcher pig grinding up meat while sausages hang jauntily behind him? Why?!!

It's a little too Animal Farm meets Soylent Green for my tastes.

Oh well, the four year old loves it.

The Wishosaurus Knows All Your Secrets

Birthday Pie:

I Swear I am Not a Stalker (Much)

I went to Toronto this past weekend, for a very last minute girls gone wild kind of trip. Well, as wild as five moms in their thirties who knit and get sleepy by 11pm can get. (Actually, we did a pretty good job, as the 400$ bar tab could attest.) On the way back, we experimented with the sport of sprint shopping, as I had ten minutes to run in and out of Lettuce Knit to assuage my not so secret sock yarn addiction. It was a whirlwind of shopping, with the driver of our car waiting at the curb while I raced in to procure my swag. I don't think I even stopped long enough to get a bag. I did stop long enough to spy the (ohmigod) Yarn Harlot a few feet away and I had to get all fangirl on her and ask her to take a picture with my sock:


stalkery goodness:


She very graciously agreed, and we talked for a few moments. My friend and I said we were on a road trip from Ottawa, and I felt the need to confess that I had accosted her once before, when I saw a woman skating on the Rideau canal with fantastic handwarmers and realized it was the (ohmigod) Yarn Harlot and I once again got all fangirl-ish, but minus the camera (thankfully). At that point, she began to look nervous, and I think noticed that I was between her and the door, so I left before things got (more) uncomfortable.

I like to think that I manage through life with something like grace and aplomb, and then little moments like this happen to bring me back to my awkward reality.

The sock thought it was pretty cool, though.

swag!

Better Late Than Never

The last of the Christmas Socks are done! A little late, but pretty good considering December kicked my butt and I didn't manage to cast these on until Christmas Eve, during the annual Sushi and Misanthropic Christmas Movies Party. This years picks - The Ref (as usual) and Die Hard. Anyway - back to the perfect, lovely, squishy socks. They are made of one skein of Fleece Artist Sea Wool. Very soft and cozy... why do I keep giving these things away?