Thursday, April 07, 2005

Remember this? (If you stare at the picture long enough, the braids wave back and forth)

I gave in and frogged it. It likely wouldn't have been a problem if shipping were an instantaneous thing, but (remember, patience is not one of my virtues) I got impatient, ripped it all the way out, and started over on smaller needles. The other yarn is on the way, but in the meantime, I'm knitting a hat in Calmer on size 0 needles. I think there might be something wrong with my head. It's just that it's so freaking stretchy, I even considered taking out a repeat of the cables (which would be two of those braidy things), but then it would have meant real thought when it came to the flower at the top of the hat, and who needs real thought when they're worried about yarn running out? So I thought going down a couple of needle sizes would make it slightly smaller, and give me just a smidge more yarn. I'm sure I'll still need the other balls of yarn (that are coming) but I'll feel like I've done something productive in the meantime.

Meanwhile, the hat's owner-to-be has been mighty productive, and has some kick-ass news. Go send her your best energy.

It was very hot in the house last night - we hit 80 F here during the day, and everything was still shut up from the winter, so there was no air circulation. That meant spending the evening opening the windows and trying not to trip over cat puddles (cat co-habitators will know what I mean, non-cat folk think my cats have peed on everything. Nope. But if you get a cat hot enough, they behave as though their bones have all melted, and you'll just find these limp little bodies draped all over the floor and furniture in what couldn't possibly be a comfortable position. Like a puddle of cat)

Aslan picked a wise place to be a cat puddle. Did you know you could prop your head on the aquariam filter motor, and it would prop you up just enough that you could gaze into the tank dreamily and watch kitty tv? You can. We need to get Aslan more fish. More fish - you know, the "satellite tv" of kitty tv.

This morning, I planted this:

A rose bush, right by the front of the house. Last year we planted some white and blue ground cover to fill that area a little. This rose will be red (and I'm sorry, I'm completely blanking on which rose this is - it's a Hybrid Tea, because that's my favorite, but other than that.... OH! Oklahoma! (Am I the only one that has to sing the song to spell that?))

I also seemed up the right side of the baby sweater. I've only been working on it during my classes, so it's going slowly, but I think after tomorrow's class I'll work on it a little more, and hopefully be able to have it done by the end of the weekend. Here it is, right side seemed, and very unblocked:

And because knitters care, the seeming on the inside...
and on the outside...
I get a pretty huge kick out of how the mini pools line up across the seem....

I'm going out tonight for a special surprise dinner for someone who means the world to me, and so at lunch I have to find a toystore that sells this. All the websites say they're out of stock. Which of course means I will continue to waste my lunch hour driving all over Annapolis looking for the evil spud.


Blogger Carol said...

Annapolis? As in near the nation's capitol? Why didn't I figure this out before? My son lives near you. What station do you work for? Maybe he listens!
The Spud Vader is hilarious. Hope you find one.

11:38 AM  
Blogger purlewe said...

must. find. spud.

glad to hear about your friend. awesome news. I hope my friend gets such good news in her latest labs.

kitties all over were doing the puddle last nite.

12:37 PM  
Blogger David said...

See, now, if you hadn't said anything, I'd be sitting here thinking, "What a brilliant knitter she is! She even made the little puddles of color line up across the seams!

You mean that was an accident?!

I'm crushed. Really.

; )

1:08 PM  
Blogger snowballinhell said...

I've been looking everywhere for a Darth Tater myself. My daughter just brought me home a little Yoda beanie-baby-type guy to console me.

5:45 PM  

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