Yeah, I swear every now and then. I guess that makes me a naughty little monkey. If you have a problem with that, more power to ya. Everyone needs a hobby.
WIPs
Gong Stampato
FOs
Hot Head x 2
Ribbed-for-Her-Pleasure-Scarf
'04
Hot Head x 1
Top Secret
Black Bag
Zeeby's Bag
Big Bad Baby Blanket
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Wednesday, December 08, 2004 |
Ok, I need to lay this out in the open. I am very annoyed by dramatic bloggers. I'm sorry, it's stupid. Take your emo and sit with the rest of the goth kids outside of the lunch room. Course, no one has to read a tragically dramatic blog and I sure as hell don't. But, here's my number one pet peeve about the blogs I do browse through:
"The senseless rambling ranting musings of an obsessed whoever"
Pick apart that sentence and you will see what I see on 1 in 4 blogs. Does everybody have to use those words in their description? Because - and I hope I'm being offensive here - it's dumb and unoriginal. It reminds me of a 13 year old girl sitting down with her fuzzy pink diary and babbleing about her secret crush. Yeah, we know it's about your thoughts and feelings. Get over yourself! Look at your fellow bloggers! They're all saying "musings,"! If I see that word again, I swear to god...
I guess it's especially annoying when I see this in, I'm sorry to say, knitting blogs. I mean, is nothing sacred in this overly emotional world? Sometimes a knit project is just a knit project. It's not a reason to drip on about your sorry life. People, show some anger, some humor! Don't be a slave to the man! Do something different, something out there. And, if you can help it at all, don't 'muse.'
I'm going to go ahead and steal something from Dave Chapelle here. Since I went on a rant that will probably anger 1 out of 4 people who read this site, I'm going to polish this thing off with a picture of my cat. That way it will channel out the hate.
This is pretty silly:
Gangsta Knitter
Thomas P.: I've got lots of trouble on my mind
My knitting's smooth as ice
My yarn is spinning
The whole wide world knows I'm winning.
People like to call me Gangsta Knitter
And I work with the needles that are bigger.
When you're finishing your first, I'm two-timing
Hear the nasty knitting rap that I'm rhyming
See I'm rich, see I'm smooth and fast
Knit so well knock you on your ass.
There's a new line this season
See my gauge, so even
Knit and purl, make you stand when you're sittin'
Like a trip on some page in Vogue Knitting.
Chorus: Gangsta Knitter, Knit for me!
Doug E. Fresh: Word up – I'm a Gangsta Knitter!
Get back to your baby sitter!
I'm so good, see my scarf? Doesn't curl
Number One, gettin' jiggy with the girls.
If you see me coming better step to one side
A lot of men didn't, though not many tried
One fist of mohair, the other of wool
I'm gonna knit your socks off you slow-knitting fool!
Look there, can't you see? My ribs are nice and tight
You're too slow you knitting neophyte.
When I'm finished my hems never pucker
Unlike your sorry seams mother fucker
Chorus: Gangsta Knitter, Knit for me!
Knitmaster SSK: Stand back boys,
you should both take a hike
Master SSK is stepping to the mike.
Your gauge is wrong, you dropped a stitch
I can knit so well that you'll both be my bitch!
You two scrubs you knit like a jackass
Don't ya know? I'm knitting with alpaca.
Didn't weave your ends in, you bind off tight
Your sweater's always looking like they just lost a fight!
Chorus: Gangsta Knitter, Knit for me!
Knitmaster SSK: Go back to patterns, little boys,
We're freestyling here.
Doug E. Fresh: Owww!
Thomas P.: Ouch!
Doug E. Fresh: Oh man, that was harsh!
Thomas P.: That was harsh, Doug…
Knitmaster SSK: Rip it out!
Thanks to Tom and Doug, whoever they are, I'm not sure. All I know is the Doug E. Fresh in this song is not the Doug E. Fresh that I know of. I guess this little 'rap' is travleing the blog circut, so I thought I'd do my part in sharing the gangsta love. Granted, it's got nothin' on Snoop or ODB (may he rest in peace).
Just look at how the socks are coming along!
How fun! The hard part is going to be the heel gusset and toe and all of that stuff that I have no idea how to do.
I finished the back of mom's sweater and I'm - oh - about halfway done with the front. I decided that dad is getting slippers and a bitchin power tool from Sears for Christmas. I can make socks for his birthday in March when I have this technique down.
I picked out a legwarmer pattern for Beth and I think that I can have them done by showtime next Friday. Did I mention that I'm assisting with stage managing for my old dance troupe? Did I even metion that I used to be a ballerina? Oh well, it wasn't that exciting anyway.
I ordered yarn for Hot Head, yay! The boys are going to be so happy, I can already tell. The hard part is going to be figuring out what size to make. Well, I have a brother, I can always base it off of that, right?
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Sunday, December 05, 2004 |
Theta...damsel in distress Did I ever tell you why Theta drives me totally nuts? Because somedays, I could go on about it forever.
I have these windows in my room. They meet with the celling and are just for light/decoration. There's not an actual 'windowsill,' just a tiny indent not wide enough to set anything on. Outside of the window are some trees and birds frequently run up and down the outside border. One morning, I awoke to the cats jumping from my desk and grabbing on to the ledge under the window. It was one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen them do. Obviously, they were after the birdies, but there was no physical way for them to get to the window. That didn't mean they gave up. They launched themselves up the wall, grasped on to the ledge with their little paws and hung there for a second or too, not really sure what to do with themselves. Then, they'd let go and try again. This annoyed me for two reasons. The first was that I feared for their safety. The next was they were keeping me from sleeping. I shushed at them, which got them to quit at the time, but the prank was pulled every once in a while. I guess it's maddening to hear those birds outside and not be able to get to them. One afternoon, I walked into my room to this: 
I have no idea how she got up there. I can just imagine her paws digging into the wood while her little feet furiously scrape at the brick. You can see how the ledge is only about as wide as her paws. Once she got up there, she had no where to go! Me and my brother spent a few minutes rolling around laughing before Theta got the courage to jump back down. I will admit that I was worried that she might hurt herself. She landed on my bed, which wasn't far away, and walked away like nothing happened. But the best part is I haven't seen them try to get back up there since.
I let Mike run around with the digital camera this weekend and then forgot it at his apartment. I did work on my projects and I've got the very tip-tops of my socks starting to take shape. I think that something is terribly wrong with the sweater. The ribbing doesn't look that great. I remember hearing Connie say something about untwisting stitches with the German method...could this have something to do with it? I'm not sure. Good thing that good advice is only a phone call away.
I've been seeing scarves all around town lately. I asked my dear friend about it and she told me she's nuts for scarves. That works out well for me because scarves are easy to knit and fun for other people to wear. I don't wear them. They only time that I've ever worn a scarf - exculding my childhood which I cannot totally account for - was when I went up to Flagstaff last year with Mike to visit his sister. There was snow and it was ungodly cold and his sis lent me a scarf. It actually made a big difference. (An interesting postscript to that story: The scarf she lent me was handmade and given to her by a friend. The pattern was from, I'm almost certain, Stitch 'n Bitch.)
The point is, I've wanted to make the 'Alien Illusion' scarf from Stitch 'n Bitch, but I thought it would be a waste of time. Now that I have someone who is dying to wear it, I might just start on it this week. On the other hand, a k2 p2 ribbed scarf might suit her just fine.
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Wednesday, December 01, 2004 |
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Monday, November 29, 2004 |
So, here are those pictures of the very first sweater that I've knit...ever.
 
~Cut me some slack. I'm still learning how to post pics on here.~
I love my sweater!! So adorable!! So comfy! So totally mine!! I'm not into winter and I hate cold weather clothes, but I love wearing this sweater. Guess it doesn't hurt that I'm damn proud.
Some people say they have a hard time knitting for themselves. They say they feel bad unless they're making gifts for other people. I think it's stressful to knit for someone else. I don't mind the little mistakes along the way, and if I sew a crappy seam, I can fix it later. But, you give someone a knit gift, and you can't control what happens after it leaves your hands. If it starts to come apart or something weird...I don't know. That scares me. Plus, people usually don't appreciate the amount of time and money goes into a handmade craft. I'd never make someone something knit unless I thought they would love it for all it's worth (and maybe even a little more!).
In other news, mom's sweater is going s l o w. I have 10 in. knit on the back and THAT'S IT. That's all I've got, ladies. I'll be able to pick up the pace this week because my last class is on Tuesday. Then, no more school 'till January. But the point is, I need to get my needles clicking because Christmas is fast approaching and I don't want my wonderful family to get their presents next year.
What's worse than getting slammed at work? Being the only girl in the middle of five punchy boy co-workers. Last night I got taped, teased, bombarded with paperclips and suckered into more than my share of manual labor. Plus, I got completely dissed on by a doctor in front of my co-worker who has an ego the size of Texas. I was bumming, but after I told the boys that they were going to send me to an early grave, they started being a *little* bit nicer. However, having a stool sample handed to me in a gift bag was not what I considered a peace offering.
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