Out-iversary

Some of you bloggers who don't post very much are in danger of being on probation. Once I decide what the consequences are, I'll enforce them. But for now, please blog. Please?

I have a little indigestion from eating Nutella with some crackers. I don't quite understand why. I wonder if the Nutella's rancid. Ew.

If some of you are into podcasts, you should check out the Rubyfruit Radio podcast. It's all music, and all female artists.

I think that the beginning of the chorus to James Blunt's Wise Men is eerily similar to this song (whose lyrics may be better interpreted as "hold me closer, Tony Danza").

Oh, and tomorrow is my third anniversary (out-iversary?) of The Phone Call. That is, "Mom, you remember when I went to Pride with B and P one time? Well, it wasn't just to support them. ... Oh, and I'm more of a big bang person, too."

Full of tact, I know.

No knitting, I promise

I think I kinda like the song Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall (on the album Eye to the Telescope, which I'm seriously contemplating buying).

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After spending a lot of time with my family this weekend (in a church, nonetheless), I was all ready to post something really scathing about my grandmother. I composed most of it while I was in the shower, but revised some of it while I was drying my hair.

Really, she's not a horrible person, but she just gets my hackles up sometimes. Like when I went to get a little lunch from the (church) kitchen, I walked by her, wearing my hat*. She looked at me and said, "I'm going to do what the little boy on TV did and ..." I was so befuddled by what she was saying that I was taken quite by surprise when she whipped the hat off my head and wouldn't give it back, in a rather childish way. It took me a minute to convince her to give it back — I had to insist that I was going to put it in my bag. "Now go find a comb and fix your hair." Bah.

It's not that she's intimidating. I mean, I'm roughly nine feet taller than she is (that's quite a feat for my 70 or so inches). She's just kinda mean and closed-minded and ready to brainwash everyone into thinking that Christianity is the only religion. What is that?


* The Kittyville hat. I was wearing it because my cousin Aa decided that he should wear my KO bag as a "rasta hat", and I told him that I had a much cooler hat in the car.

Flapper

Apologies for the dark picture, but say hello the front side of Satchel. Now you see why I'm knitting for Team Making It Up As I Go Along. See the way the pattern changes on a whim? I love it. Especially the i-cord bind off. It's so finished! (No, not Finnish.)

I'm working on the flap now, which will have four starbursts across it. Then I can make the strap, which I think would be fun to attach with giant buttons. (Meaning I'd have to go find some, but whatever.) I'm thinking, after felting, cut vertical buttonholes in the strap — two per side — and have one or two buttons to hold it down. I think I'd have to have some mad sewing skills, though, to make the buttons so secure, so we'll see how this one pans out.

It's time to work on the flap. And watch my brothers get their dance on one last time.

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This is my mom. This is my mom driving a really big truck. Any questions?

Circularity

I think I may have discovered my new favorite knitting spot — the public library. There's a huge chair at the back of the periodicals section, which is about as far away from the front door that you can get. The arms are wide enough to rest a magazine so that I can read while knitting, and there are tables and lamps nearby in case it gets darkish. I decided to read the latest Martha Stewart* Living, and ran across two gems.

I'm going to have to go back to my chair some time, but my brothers have a pops concert tonight, so it will have to wait.

*I've become a bit of a Martha fan now, after so many years of bashing her (in favor of Christopher Lowell, of course). In fact, her show on TLC is on in the background this very second, and she just demonstrated her t-shirt folding technique. I ran to get a t-shirt and try it ... and I did it! I am so exicted.

Edited to say: ha ha ha ha ha!

Argh!

(And not in the pirate-y sense.)

As far as the Knitting Olympics bag is going, I've gotten past the Fibonacci colorchange and am about to re-twist the wave from the bottom.

I just measured it — the bag will be about 9 inches high after I finish with the wave. Before fulling. The specs had the finished height at 17 inches before fulling; the final height is 12 inches. A handbag is nice and all, but I really want a Satchel-sized bag in all its 12-inch glory. (Yes, I'm being a size queen, Dustro. As usual.)

You see, I didn't really get a chance to swatch with this yarn — not that I would have, mind you. I'm not a swatcher. But I didn't realize that the mosaic-ish-ness of it would make it so ... tubular.

So I think that I will clip the yarns where I have them and begin again, doubled. Maybe I do have enough yarn after all. I mean, I haven't even touched the Highland Green yet ...

And I'm beginning to think that the vertical stripes, at least the little ones, are ugly.

Forecast: word cloudy

So what's your word cloud?