I've tried, but cannot make the things I wanted to talk today go together about in any sort of a charming and cohesive way. This established, I shall no longer attempt it. Be prepared for galloping segueways and hopeless lack of reason.
1. KnittyOtter writes:
Do you have an itemized inventory list of your yarns/roving/kits or anything? With so much it can be a bit of a hassile to dig through when you want to find something.
Sorry. I thought I could answer this but I'm laughing too hard.
(The short answer would be "no". My Stash is of the Free Range variety.)
2. Juno and I took the sock to Princeton. She's been bugging me to post pictures, so to appease the woman (plus I am sucking up so she will leave me her new wheel when she departs this earth) here they are.
As an aside, I noted while I was there that Princeton is exactly the sort of school that reveals all my biases. I see all that ivy and architecture and (Independently of their educational reputation) I think "Wow. You could really learn something good here." I've probably seen one to many movies.
3. I finished the Harlotty socks.
Pattern: Feather and fan sock from Socks, Socks, Socks. Yarn "Harlotty" colourway in Socks That Rock from Blue Moon (if you email them I hear tell that you can get your own skein.) A note about this pattern: I don't know what mystic thing warps the time space continuum when you start...but these are the fastest socks in the world to pull off. I can't explain it. Totally trippy.
4. I am knitting new socks. These socks. These incredible socks.
These are the Kitri Socks from The Tsock Tsarina, where I had a wee accident at Rhinebeck. I am in love. The sock is knit in a fan pattern that's a trip and a half, but the real excitement is the lace cuff. The beaded lace cuff. The beaded lace cuff with the beads PRE-STRUNG on the yarn. (Sorry. That last thing was the clincher for me.) I am delirious with the joy of it.
5. Note to whomever ate the last Jamaican veggie patty from that freaky good shop in the downstairs of Bathurst Station that I had in the fridge for my lunch: It should be that the wife, mother, organizer and Commander in Chief of this family that can put a savory pastry in the fridge for later without fear that the plague of teenagers who come in and out of this house at a thousand miles and hour will scarf it down while I knit a sock, sleep, bathe or earn a living with which to purchase the groceries, housing and pants that you so desire. I do not know which member of this family ate it...and judging from the wave of denial I encountered during the first stage of my investigation this morning, I suspect that I shall never know, but let each of you understand this.
I'm watching you, and I am not above laying a trap.
That will be all.Posted by Stephanie at October 27, 2006 1:53 PM