Archive for April, 2007


Now that I’ve got four solid weeks under my belt this quarter, I think I can say that my Logic class is not raking my ass over the coals. However, that is only because it has already mopped the floor with my ass and hung it up to dry. The raking over the coals is on the agenda for next week.


lr stack


lizard ridge squares

This project is all Anna’s fault. If she hadn’t brought that blasted square to Julie’s closing I never would of bought that skein of Kureyon. Or the ten others that came after it (ahem). And I wouldn’t have nine, yes NINE, squares finished since then. These little suckers are addictive and easier to crank out than a lotto ball.

And Today We Are Four


What’s The Story, Morning Glory?

I don’t have a lot of time to spin. Between things like taking care of the beast kidlet, school, and making sure I remember to both brush my teeth and my hair, I’m not left with huge amounts of time left over. And when I do, I do things like sleep. Or knit. Or dream about knitting. You get the idea.

This is why it is rather amazing I actually got something finished.

morning glory

This is 250 yards of 2-ply, fingering weight, silk and merino. I bought the roving back in July at Stitch N Pitch from Spin Alpaca (the fact there was no alpaca involved was not lost on me). It was a wee two ounce sliver of 50% merino, 50% bombyx silk in Morning Glory from Chasing Rainbows Dyeworks. And into the stash it went, for fear that I would horrible fuck it up when I spun it.

Fast forward to mid-December of last year. I finally gathered up my cajones and pulled the roving out, split it into two, one ounce balls, and set to work. I had figured I could knock out the spinning before class went back into session at the start of the year. I was wrong. So wrong, in fact, that I only had spun about 1/4th of an ounce in that two week period. So I slogged through what I had, finally finishing the first half in February.

About two weeks ago I finally got the second half of the roving done. It sat on the bobbins for that time while I contemplated how badly I would fuck it up while plying it (sense a theme here?). While Misterpants was hanging out at Chez Grandmum this week and I had a couple hours of down time I sucked it up and went to work. A couple hours, two sore legs, and one niddy noddy later, I had a balanced skein that I had not fucked up. The twist was promptly set, yarn was wacked against the wall, and then was hung to dry in the shower.

And well, now I have the above. This puts me on the hunt for a small lace project, preferably one that is not Branching Out. After all, if I haven’t hosed the roving or yarn yet, there is always time for me to royally screw it up while knitting.


happy birthday

Fun > School

Or, Signs That Seniorist May Be Setting In (three years) Early.

– You see that your Women’s Studies class requires a service learning project and promptly drop the class.
– You can’t be arsed to remove the plastic wrap on your Logic text until several days after the class starts.
– You crank out a Lizard Ridge square in one day, all while using your Health text to prop up the pattern.

The Best Laid Plans

I’d fully intended to do “Flash Your Stash” again this year. However my camera is still being repaired (now at Canon since the first facility couldn’t fix it) and this weekend was spent celebrating the closure of my LYS. Yarn was spun, lambic was drank, and cupcakes were consumed all in the name celebrating what was.

I am sad to see Julie go. I fully understand her reasons for closing up shop, playing owner and operator for three years would wear anyone thin. While we were toasting her this afternoon I quipped, “Fuck, there goes my cheap therapy.” After all, a couple balls of Rowan Kidsilk Haze is a small price to pay for several hours of adult conversation.

Tomorrow will dawn a new day. For Julie it’ll be one that doesn’t require her to answer questions about why gauge is important. For me, it is the start of a new quarter of school. A quarter that looks like it is going to drag my ass through the mud if the required texts I had to purchase say anything.

Who knows, maybe I’ll get around to flashin’ my stash too. With no return in sight for the camera and a fourth birthday to celebrate in a few short weeks, there has been discussion about the purchase of a newer model. The financial pinch won’t be something I will complain about if it means I can get back to taking pictures.