Shut Up & Knit!

The Sunday Sock In Progress

Now with a contrasting heel!

Colors are off, of course. 

On the other side, it's a waffle rib because that's a nice mindless knit and it's easy enough to count rows when it's time to knit sock #2.

(Okay, that's a lie.  I take notes as I go.)

(Unless I don't.)

Exciting, right?

Spending a quiet Sunday at home.  Getting caught up on tv, drinking iced tea and being thankful that Benadryl is a thing.  The 'itch stopping cream' has saved me.  By the time I have to leave the house tomorrow morning, I may actually look as normal as I ever look.

You'd be impressed if you saw what a hot, red, angry mess I was this morning.

In related news, the Neutrogena people are now dead to me.

If I could be wordless...

This would be a great photo.  (No, I'm not in a mood.  I'm actually doing well.  I just loved the little face I saw looking back at me from my cup of tea.*)

However, I'm far too wordy/chatty/something to be wordless.

Unless we're involved and I'm annoyed with you.  Then good luck getting me to say anything.  Shocked that I'm still single, right?  *L*

How about some spinning in progress?

The missing batt is what I started spinning last night.  I need to rework my schedule so I can spin outside in the morning before the sun makes me all twitchy and shit.  Can you believe I still haven't spun outside?  Yeah, I suck.  Breaking news, I know.

I was thinking of using this yarn for the first group knit along pattern for the Summer of Socks, but now I'm rethinking.  One because the thing starts in six days, but also because I really like how the 3-way yarn turned out. 

Once this is finished yarn, I'll have to figure out what I'm doing.  Story of my life.

*  Anne, you know what I'm thinking, right?  Bwahahaha!

A little happiness on a Monday

According to the fabulous people at TMZ*, that dreadful woman has agreed to meet with the 6 year boy.  A case of too little too bloody late if you ask me but whatever.  I still think she needs to have her show canceled and be shunned... and I don't even like children.

In other news, this was going to happen sooner or later...

 
In fact, just the other day, Carole and I were talking about something along these lines.  Then I pointed out that she'd be shooting herself in the foot over at The Pools if she did that.  *L*

Darling Natalie, who really is a natural spindler, sent me this surprise in the mail.  The tear in the envelop was made by some candy that was punished for being destructive and will never been mentioned again.  I love the color and have a feeling I know what it is. 

However, I guess we'll have to wait a few months before we get to see anything.

In weather news, the rain has stopped and locals are stumbling out of their homes in confusing.  There's a giant glowing orb in the sky and no one is really sure what it is or what happened to what felt like an ending rain/thunder/tornado cycle that's had us by the throat for the last ten or twelve day/weeks/months/something.

* Love you, Harvey!

You don't need to have a plan BUT we need to have a plan

I should get that put on a totebag or something.

I know y'all won't believe me, but our Joan said that to me yesterday.  Then I repeated it back to her about million times.  If you know her well, you know it's a totally Joan sentence.

I did get a notepad out and took notes while we laid out our plan for next year.  She was mean to me and I shot down a couple of her concerns because I hate people and don't care who knows it.  There will be some kind of pool running, btw.  I just need to find someone to run it before we talk about that in public.  It was fun working out the details with her and it really shows how different we are.  Joan wanted to add more and more to this challenge and I kept whinging about how knitting with ONLY handspun for a year was enough of a challenge.  Yeah, I caved a bit in the end, but we all saw that coming.

In an effort to try to keep up with her, I've done some more spinning.  This time it was batts that Joan made for me from fiber she got from Into The Whorled.  The fiber is BFL (LOVE!) and the colorway is Blue Genie.

I love the batts that Joan made.  She's such a natural, and I loved the spinning and how it went.  I tried something new to me and love how it turned out.  I finally got a thicker yarn and feel like I may finally be on my way to spinning something thicker than a semi-fingering weight.

I ended up with 390 yards of cabled BFL yarn weighing 4.4 oz.  I couldn't be happier.

Well... unless I had more of it.

And yesterday's visitor from Cincinnati?  After spending 5 hours and 45 minutes here (!!!) yesterday, they returned today, found yesterday's blog post and left.  Somehow I don't think we'll be seeing them again anytime soon.

FIVE HOURS!

/stunned

Remember that big round lace?

The one that I knit for our Jessalu?

(If you're a Ravelry member and you follow the bookmark at the lower right of that page, you'll see Jessalu's blocked lace photos.)

Well, whether you do or not, the veil made it's debut over the weekend when our Jessalu married her Roger.  Carole has a post up about it and there's a photo of Jess wearing her veil.

Even my bitter tiny black heart was touched by our Carole's post and by the knowledge that Jess and Roger had a beautiful day.  Even if he was late. :p

(Btw, can I just rant a tiny bit?  I am so tired of seeing people who don't know any better insult brides right, left and center.  One does not congratulate a bride on her marriage.  That would be congratulating her on finally tricking some bastard into marrying her.   Very insulting.  You congratulate the groom because he was lucky enough to find a young lady to marry him.  No, I'm not sure why that's not insulting to the chap, but whatever.  One should wish a bride happiness or joy or be happy for her/them/whatever.  I am always floored by people who don't know what to say.  Do they live under rocks?  Were they raised by socially backward wolves?  WTF?!)

/ahem

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For the record, I like the Canadian Thanksgiving.  I sort of feel like I don't understand it as well as I should, but I live in California and it's just weird here.  Did I mention it's an election year and that I hate people? 

The fake long weekend making holiday I was referring to yesterday was in fact Columbus Day.  He didn't "discover" anything that hadn't already been found and he wasn't even driving the boat.  Yet, for some reason, it's a postal holiday.  I think I'll blame that Snooki chick for this one, if no one minds. 

Was all that random enough for you, people?

Happy Wednesday!