…because if I wave my hands enough, you might not notice that I didn’t do any knitting yesterday. Between basking in the glory of my newfound Fair Isle ability (thank you all so much for the compliments!), and trying to hide from and deny The Slippers That Shall Not Be Named, I was in [...]
After a complete and total disaster with the slipper, which I don’t want to discuss, and I certainly don’t want to show you pictures of the disfigured, mangled, horrific thing that I pulled out of the washing machine…I decided that it was time to start training for the Olympics.
Holy crap! Look! Fair Isle! [...]
FFFWTT, at 7:30 last night:
I know it’s kind of hard to tell from the picture, but it is Bad and Wrong. It started out okay, but due to mysterious influences, the shaping for the toe – which should really stay about in the center – started drifting. At first it was just a [...]
I am continually amazed by what a difference blocking makes. I know…I should really be over it by now…but every time I block something I find myself thinking “Wow! It looks so much better!” Of course it does.
When I finished my mistake rib scarf the other day, I didn’t love it. [...]
(Image-heavy post. My apologies.)
Some of you may remember this incident, in which a certain boyfriend tried to put half a head of lettuce down the garbage disposal and ended up performing emergency plumbing surgery, complete with nasty-ass lettuce-water shooting across the kitchen.
Well, last night Bradon was cooking hamburgers (veggie burgers for me, thanks) while [...]
The second red scarf is heading into the home stretch. I think it is officially going to eat up two and a half skeins of Lamb’s Pride…my intention is to knit until I either finish up the last of the yarn, or run out of time…it should be the former, but I know better [...]
Bradon, of course.
It was going to be for “Bradon’s Butt,” but he wasn’t really going for that.
I met Bradon nine years ago, as a friend of a friend, at a goth club we used to frequent. At the time my hair was still four feet long, and dyed black, and the first thing he [...]
I have a persistent, near-pathological fear of forgetting my badge for work. It’s one of those badges that I need to swipe through three card-readers just to get in to work. I’ve forgotten it twice before, and it sucks donkey balls – you have to go prostrate yourself before the security guards in [...]
The scarf continues apace…I totally spaced taking pictures last night, so go back to yesterday’s picture and imagine it a little longer. Yeah, just like that.
I keep fucking up the mistake rib, which is both frustrating and amusingly ironic. I’ll glance down and notice that I got off by a stitch and accidentally [...]
First things first.
I took a cue from Sandy and decided to go for a mistake rib scarf…a pattern that I hope is a bit manlier. We had our Marvel Superheroes game last night, and I took the opportunity to ask a couple of my male friends (who don’t own skirts) to assess the gender [...]
