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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Friday, December 24, 2004 |
This is me throwing in the towel.
Sorry that I don't have a visual.
I finished the majority of 3timesChic but I'm at a point where I don't want to work on it anymore. I'm frustrated and fed up and just plain sick of thinking about that ghastly horror. I wish that I had more time, I wish that I'd of picked a different yarn, I wish that I was a better, stonger, fast knitter. I can rebuild this sweater. I just don't want to. There's even a 7 stitch long mistake on the back. I'm not fixing it. Instead, I'm considering it my own personal signature and telling everyone that it's the hottest thing in Europe (yes, I know, that's the same cop-out that got me through high school). Well, let's have a look at it:
Yeah, nothing like the picture. I assure you, I've been trying sooooo hard! I think it's that damn chenille. Remind me to never try and be creative again. It sucks. Also, remind me to read the pattern right the first time. Had I done that, I'd be flying high right now.
To cheer myself up, I started on hot head. What a vast improvement! God bless you, Brown Sheep Company. You make me feel all brightly colored and 15% mohair inside!
Screw the boys. I may have to keep this hat for myself.
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Thursday, December 23, 2004 |
Merry Christmas, Nora! You got some new furnishings for your cage! Now that you've grow a bit, it's time to replace your old water dish and one hidebox.
Before...
After...
Ok, so it's still nothing spectacular, but don't despair, Nora! By spring we'll have redecorated in a way that will rival those fantasic homosexuals on Bravo. Rest easy my sweet little ectotherm, the freezer is stocked well with mice for you.
I am massively fed up with mom's sweater. Thank god I've made a ton of progress. The front will be finished tonight which leaves me with the sleeves and sewing to do. Pictures of this yarn haven't been turning out, so I'm holding off on that till I get to the final product. The suspense builds...will I get it done in time? Will I be up all night on Christmas Eve, knitting until my fingers bleed? Will mom even like her handmade gift? Ok, so mom's like everything their kids make. But as for the rest...who knows? It's going to be a tight fit especially since I'm working on Christmas Eve.
On the bright side, my shopping is done. I think that everyone is going to like their presents and I can't wait to see them open them up!! Yeah, and I'm pretty thrilled to find out what I got. I've got the yarn to make beanies for the boys and I'm excited to start that sometime soon. I just wish this Christmas thing would finish up so I can get back to knitting for fun. Yay!
A 20 something male came in to my work the other night. Actually, he was brought in by the paramedics and the police. He was hyped up on something though I never found out what it was. Apparently, it took four cops to subdue him at the scene. I've never seen anyone so out of control. He was tied down to the stretcher in restraints and shaking and screaming violently. I mean, screaming. Not just dirty words, he was howling like a sick dog. Of course this attracted everyone's attention but me and my buddy Chris held back and stayed out of the way. Chris turned to me,
"You know what he needs?"
"What?" I challenged.
"A hug."
Chris nominated me, but I respectfully declinced. However, I was suckered into assisting Chris put a Foley catheter in the boy.
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Sunday, December 19, 2004 |
The show went well and I actually had some fun. I have to admit that I started to get attached to some of the kids. Oh well, my time as a role model has passed and I wouldn't go back to dance just to have some six year old girl look up to me.
Mike came to the show, yay!!! That was a true love labor because he came even though I wasn't dancing. In fact, this is what I was in charge of:
It looked better on stage during the correct scenes. The point is, Mike came late and didn't get a program. The story is pretty impossible to follow, so he started thinking up ideas for a ballet. He pitched one of them to me and I'm thinking about working on it myself. So...look for the ballet adaptation of Princess Mononoke sometime in the next five years (hey, I'm not a choreograpy genius, ok?).
Five days to get that evil sweater done. I brushed over another mistake because I really don't care anymore. After a fight with my mom tonight, fixing two rows isn't worth the time. Still, the woman deserves a nice Christmas present.
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Friday, December 17, 2004 |
They always said, "Bad dress rehersal, good performance," and mostly I believed them. However, I worry because yesterday was the dress rehersal for my old dance troupe's show and it went wonderfully. Good dress, bad show? At this point, the ballet is marginal at best. The choreography is good, the music is fantastic and the dancing is solid. However, there is no plot or character development. It's an original creation of my dance teacher, so the lack of direction is no great surprise. Still, the weird and deceptive part is it's called "The discovery of Purpose." Trust me, no purpose is discovered by the audience.
So, what's my role? 100% stage bitch. I'm helping out with scene changes, quick costume changes and small children patrole. I thought that I would be bitter about this role and lust to be back on the stage. Hasn't happened yet, oddly enough. In fact, I'm thrilled about not dancing. I guess old habbits die easy when they incite bad memories. But, dear god, I'm not bitter.
For the empty minutes during the dances where I don't have a job to worry about, I plan to knit. It worked out well yesterday. It was like a new sexual expirence...ooooh, I've never knit standing up before! And in public to boot! I must be hooked because I was able to finish the armhole shaping for the back piece. If I can get the back done and start on the front by tomorrow, I'll be a very happy girl. Perhaps plugging out a sweater in eight days isn't as intanglible as I originally thought. It would be a Hanukkah miracle.
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004 |
It's gone. This is something I have to accept and maybe I'll move on.
I frogged mom's sweater.
Before...
After...
This is not how it's supposed to work! It's supposed to go the other way! Now I'm freaking out. There's just no way that I'll have this done by Christmas. On the bright side, my mom isn't going to snub her nose if it isn't done. I'll just put it in a box and write "Some assembly required." It'll be like all those presents she gave to me when I was a kid ;o)
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