Archive for September, 2006

From The Books

My apologies, but these damn books seem to have taken over my life for the next couple months.

Damned Books

The dastardly things seem to even had the nerve to conspire with my right wrist, inducing a killer RSI that leaves me unable to knit on Misterpant’s zip cardi.


Not that it matters, really. Despite my best laid plans for it to still be oversized when finished it is already too small. Instead it shall be finished and shoved into a box to either be given to another young boy or held onto until a date in which hell freezes over and I find myself with child again.

The Journey of a Thousand Miles. Or, My Feet Hurt.

I did the Puyallup. For five hours. And goddamn, my feet hurt. And before anyone askes, yes, I bought wool. No, there are no pictures of it (yet). Yes, I totally lost my shit when I saw prepared fleece that was undyed. Tomorrow afternoon will be spent heading to The Artful Ewe in Kingston so the Nuclear Engineer and I can pick up my paltry purchase and her EIGHT POUNDS (and then some) of raw fleece. Heidi Parra proved that she is the Coolest Person Ever when she allowed us to toss our purchases in the back of her truck so we wouldn’t have to lug them around the fairgrounds.

The moral of this short story? The cool Heidi Parra will both enable you to buy wool and spend hours walking around, looking for more sheep.

I, Dipshit

If the sleeve you’re knitting doesn’t look like the chart you’re supposed to be reading, that generally means there is a problem. In this case, the error happens to be the one between the knitting and the couch.

With that, I am off to rip out five inches of a sleeve. Damnit.