Shut Up & Knit!

Ragey Tuesday

It's windy and my head feels like it's going to explode.  Today is Stolen Meme Tuesday and that always annoys me.  Yesterday, a member of the sock group decided to be rude and disrespectful while being annoying and doing what I had asked no one to do.  Right now, I'm thinking of just cancelling the whole thing and telling everyone to thank that thoughtless child for it.  If the wind stops, chances are good that I'll change my mind and we'll still do it.  Just without that child.  If you don't respect me, what I do or my people, you are not welcome.  Same here, btw, not that those fat jealous bitches are smart enough to figure that out on their own. 

Did you know I knit socks?  Without an along or anyone holding my hand.  Shocking, right?

I'm still hoping for a full frontal photo of this one.  Sort of my design.  Sort of a cop-out on the back.  I'll need to do this one again to tweak it here and there.  Ankle belongs to our Joan, of course.

Another semi-original design.  If putting a cable up the side of a sock needs a design.  *L*  They aren't really that color but, for once, I didn't do it, so it's okay.  ;^)

Boring 2x2 rib.  This time without the cable going up the side.

Currently working on a pair that are based on Charade.  Ribbed because I could.  The yarn is semi-clown vomit, which means I'm knitting as quickly as possible to just get it over with.

Next, will either be another pair of sleeves or some little ankle socks with a ripple/flounce.  I'm still debating.  The first pair of sleeves are waiting for photo time.  Along with more socks. 

And all without a sock along...

 

ps... if you're a member of Team CrankyPants, please check in with the group.  We're deciding the fate of the group and you don't get to complain if you don't vote.

A Cabled Crazy Tuesday

Nine Dwindling Cables

Silk Dream is the yarn.  I don't believe it's aran weight, but whatever.

I used US 6 and US 8 needles for this fabulous hat.

Will knit it again.

I avoided the old fashioned looking band in favor of ribbing.  Some of the hats I saw had the knitted band and they looked a bit flapper-ish.  So not a look I'm going to be rocking anytime soon, thanks.  

Because of the number of stitches being worked for some of the cables, there were times where I used a DPN in place of a cable needle.  It did slow me down a bit, but I didn't want to take any chances because the yarn is a single.  Worked out well enough in the end. 

I also messed about with the row count a tiny bit.  Not a lot.  Just a enough to keep the hat from being too slouchy.  I'm 33 22 anymore, ya know.  ;^)

Did I mention I'll be knitting this one again?  :D

 

• I tried to take modeled shots of the hat and it did. not. go. well. 
• Not happy. 
• At.
• All.
• As some people know, I'm rubbish at selfies.
• /ahem
• Love.  LOVE.  Love the Ravelry dramaz.  It's been ages since there's been anything good but my tiny black heart does swell with joy upon reading the latest.
• My tiny black heart does not swell upon realizing that there are folks trying to be me. 
• They fail, of course. 
• & No, it's not a compliment.
• Trust me.  I know a compliment when I see one.
• Very annoyed to discover that Etsy doesn't seem to care that I've been getting harassed by one of their sellers for the better part of ten months.
• Can't decide if I should call the seller's husband in the middle of the night and give him an earful or give her the attention she deserves. (None.)
• Have I ever mentioned that 22 is NOT divisible by 4?
• Shocking, right?
• Still having email issues. 
• Still working on the next cabled project while dreaming of the one after that.
• Sort of like husbands.  Think of the next one while working you way through the current.  What?  Doesn't everyone do it that way?  ;^)
• Which reminds me...
• GOOD JEWELRY DOES NOT COME FROM THE MALL!!!
• /ahem
• Went to the post office yesterday to mail a check. 
• Two lines across the lobby.
• Everyone was happy enough, but it was only Monday.  Give them a couple of days to lose their shit.  *L*
  
  

Shocked I didn't mention the fat jealous bitches?  Don't be.  They don't deserve our attention, either.

Whinging on a Wednesday*

Is it national hypocrisy week and no one told me?

That really is the ONLY answer for what's been going on the last few days.  Don't get me wrong.  I am so not complaining.  I love a good 'point & laugh' as much as the next giggler, but the wealth of material is really staggering for some reason... and it's not even Thursday.  I do love a good a point and laugh on Thursdays in November.  That is most likely because I've been reading blogs too long and know what some folks are really like.  *L*

Then there's the fact that I have 8 oz of handspun that refuses to dry.  It's been several days now and it's still slightly damp.  Well, more like stubborn and slightly damp.  Yes, this is the handspun that started out manky and slightly felty fiber... and unfortunate colors.  It looks not horrible as it hangs in a warm doorway.  Although, I am not holding out much hope for it should it ever decide to dry.  (Also still debating about how much info I should post about who dyed it and how it came to be mine for the moment.**)

Oh...

One of the larger better grocery store chains is currently out of strike, and it turns out that Thanksgiving is next week.  (Who knew?!)  This means even more clueless people at my grocery than usual.  Including people who may only visit a grocery twice a year.  Yeah.  Those people.  Not happy and sort of shocked that I didn't tell any of those fine white folks off yesterday.

While I firmly believe in never crossing a picket line, I am less than thrilled with the influx of people who can't figure out that red peppers would be in produce and not in the canned bean/juice lane.  Don't even get me started on the ones who leave their trolly to go find something without a moments thought that perhaps their trolly is in the way of others.  On the upside, never seen so many fake Chanel bags in one place before.   *L*

And yes, the handspun handknit sweater is done.  It is fabulous.  It is as close to perfect as anything I have touched could be.  Puzzling over the photos as I type.  I may be stealing a page out of our Joan's book and show it pinned to the sweatshirt that started it all. 

A bit cranky that there isn't more of that exact yarn to knit something else with.  In a different color.  Y'all know what I mean.  Shut up.  I'm not sure if the next one will be a pulli or a cardi.  Need to figure out which yarn to use and go from there. 

At least, I have options, right?

* I may need to make a button for this one.  Unless a certain thief steals it out from under me.  *L*
**  I am not above mailing the occasional box of random crappy handspun to a beloved friend.  I'm just sayin'...

Struggling to Balance

Watched The Rachel Maddow Show last night.  Always love that Rachel.  (Would totally fight our Joan for her if I had to.  I just want to make Rachel laugh.  I'm just sayin'...)  Very good show, as always.  One segment hit a nerve and I was thrilled to see the guest for that segment and to hear what she had to say.  

While always comforted when people discuss race in a way that I agree with, shocking right?  It left me annoyed by what some people think is acceptable and what some people say without realizing why it's offensive.  

Making matters worse is the fact that in the larger sense I have a dog in the fight.  Or I am a dog in that fight.  I guess it depends on how you look it...

All this is my way of saying that I'm not real happy right now and don't really want to go into it in public.  It's a shame that more people aren't more careful about who they share their opinions with on certain topics, but that's a whole other blog post.  ;^)

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Unconscious Mutterings

1. Familiar ::  Voice
2. Style ::  Personal
3. More than ::  A Mouthful
4. Glistening :: /ahem
5. Obstruction ::  Political
6. Orifice ::  Large
7. Hugely ::  Disappointed
8. Tempest ::  Teapot
9. Sauce ::  Gander
10. Herbs ::  de Provence

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It was nearly "herb garden" but I couldn't cheat by killing the "S" in herbs.  Besides there's only one person in the world who would get it if I had said herb garden and he doesn't need me pulling my ear to send him messages in my blog.

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The Summer of Socks is over for another year.  I wasn't totally sure I was going to make to the end of this one.  I can't tell you how many times I wanted to tell my admins I was done, but I couldn't do that because I had agreed to do the job.  Ya know?

Several members of the group had trouble understanding and following the rules for the STUFF! part of the along.  If you were there for the prizes, you had to follow the rules.  It was a long fucking summer of telling the same people the same things over and over and fucking over again.

Every year, there's something or someone.  This year, it never seemed to stop or get better.  I guess I'll spend the winter trying to figure out how to better deal with it.  I guess...

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In other news, I continue to want things I cannot have, think about things I will never get and long for things I have no business pondering... never mind longing for.

Yeah, business as usual with a healthy serving of being the protective creature I was born to be.  I guess that means everything will work out in the fullness of time...

I'm just tired of waiting, ya know?

Natalie said I had to post

And I always thought of her as a nice girl.  /hrmmph

Isn't it fabulous?

377 yards of n-ply

Merino/Sock

Pigeonroof Studios

Love it!

Love everything about it.

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239 yards of Brown Sheep roving

Lemon Splash ~ colorway ~ fuck if I know

Zen Yarn Garden

Had to set color.  Ends of roving were cut.  Never again.

Never.

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Unconscious Mutterings

1. Middle ::  Child
2. Runner ::  Billy Mills
3. Umbrella ::  Coverage
4. She ::  Who Must Be Obeyed
5. Album ::  Gallery
6. Speak ::  Softly
7. Completely ::  Fucked
8. Underestimated ::  Me
9. Self-esteem ::  Rather Lacking
10. Compartment ::  Tubbies

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Our Natalie, happy?

xo