Briefly: We got 40+ new titles at work today. I. Am. So. Happy. I love selling books, I love buying books, I love books….Books. I like the word books. Books.
I have been trying to knit my friend some mittens. I am unsure of her hand size, except that she has smaller hands than me. I looked up a medium woman’s size in gloves and it said 7 inches around. Which basically means that the colourwork mittens I wanted to make are not going to work for her ’cause they’d be HUGE. I tried doing some mitered mittens, that ended in cursing. I started 36 stitch mittens. Twisted rib at the bottom knit and 4/1 twisted purl ribs all the way around but I thought “gosh, what if it’s too small?” and unravelled it all to try the others. HA! I did the math with my gauge: It would have been PERFECT. Dammit. Cast on 36, work in twisted k1p1 rib for 2 inches…dammit dammit dammit..
I am going to cast on for a new sweater this week, since this is the last Christmas gift that a recipient knows about and if I don’t finish the one other then the recipient will never know and I will have a WHOLE YEAR to work on them.
This is my way of saying that I will gladly procrastinate projects for whole years at a time. Why, the Baltic Sea Sweater only just had it’s icky facings unsewn and ripped out. Now I’m thinking about the sleeves. After finishing the Lake Chelan Pullover, I am pretty sure that the BSS Cardi’s sleeves are longer than I like. So I’m trying to decide how to best hack out a good 1.5-2 inches. My poor baby, he’s so tortured. “Just put the zipper in already!” he cries. Maybe he needs cuddles…Or a zipper. We’ll see, cardi, we’ll see. You were ill-conceived, my dear, and now we both are paying for my tomfoolery/hubris. You were planned to be an epic of finishing work, and now we’re down to “Just Put IN The F***ing ZIPPER!” - Patience. Patience, cardi, I will wear you someday soon. I mean, it gets cold inside the fridge year round - Right?
Under the fridge is a strange and dreadful place. It is not fun. It is not exciting. It is not a place for the squeamish, lazy, or those of keen nose. Also, a strong back is helpful.
In case you ever need to know, foaming bathroom cleaner takes congealed blood off of linoleum like magic.
Lesson learned: Thaw meat in a bowl, or end up moving the fridge to clean up the mess.
2 responses so far ↓
Bobbie // December 12, 2007 at 9:35 pm
Next time I need to clean up the crime scene, I’m calling you, dude!
Didn’t see the nurse/neice at T’giving; she somehow decided a trip with her hubby to China (yes, THAT China) was more interesting than a whole fam damily get together. Anyway, I should see her at Xmas and will send her to hunt down you and Kathy and dish her good advice.
James // December 14, 2007 at 9:23 am
Foaming bathroom cleaner, eh? Now, thanks to you, I feel confident about slaughtering livestock in the comfort of my own home. The possibilities for holiday entertaining are endless.
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