I hit the 25,000 word mark today with the word "out," which is, I think, ironically funny for my straight romance novel.
*Edited to add — oh, my GOD, look at the date! I worked so hard to reach 25,000 because I thought it was the 15th! It’s not! It’s the 14th! YAY!
I’m having a fantastic weekend. It’s one of those weekends where I’ve been doing things, but I feel leisurely (and it lasts until Thursday night this week! Hurrah!). I’ve hung out with Lala more than usual, that might be helping my mood. I dyed my hair yesterday and gave it a cut (pic later? I’ll try to get to it). I’d forgotten how much I like the DIY hairstyle — how fun it is to hack at your hair with scissors in your bathroom. I just can’t justify $80 on a color/cut anymore. Not right now, anyway. Maybe someday. I do love having my hair done.
And I got up early, and my words are done, and all the dogs have gone back to sleep, and we’ll go to the beach later, and I’m meeting up with someone who wants me to teach a sweater class in the spring, which is kinda freaky, since I don’t teach as much try to talk other people into realizing that mistakes are okay and no one will ever notice, just keep going. And I might spin and bake blueberry muffins. And maybe roast a chicken with rosemary and lemon and garlic.
And I’m making mittens, for the first time ever — I’ve never been out in the cold, really, living in California, going from car to house to car to work. But now that I take the dogs out everyday, it’s different. I realized on the beach yesterday, in the pouring cold rain, that my hat, scarf, and wool/angora sweater were all well and good, but my hands were wet and salty and sandy and freezing. Mittens, good throwabout sand-filled mittens will help. Made one last night watching TV, will finish the other today in time for the beach. It’s sunny today. But dude, if I have new mittens (first pair of mittens since I was wee, I think), I’ll wear them, sweaty hands and all. Pics of those later, too.
If I were a responsible blogger, I’d go take pictures. That’s what you’d like, huh? Well, call me responsible, then. Hang on, I’ll be right back.
My First Mitten.
I didn’t really use a pattern — I found some numbers online but it wasn’t till I sat on the couch that I realized it was written in the flat, so I just started knitting in the round on two circs. Size 5 needles, 28 stitches k2p2 for an inch or so, increase to 31 st, knit to 3 inch from cuff, increase for thumb gusset by making two every other round until 11 stitches have been added, place waste yarn for thumb hole, keep going until it fits my hand, throwing in stripes where it felt fun. I’m using Korean wool that was a gift from my wonderful and beautiful sister-in-law Won-Ju. (But I’m only telling you how I made them out of interest, for the love of god don’t follow these as a pattern — there are plenty of free ones online. Follow one of those, not this jumble.)
Harriet likes it as a hat.
Miss Idaho likes it as proof she is Very Small.
Ridiculous Clara would like to chew on it. Big surprise!
So, in other Hehu news, the other night Lala was bleaching in the bathroom. She, however, was bleaching beer bottles.
How’s it going down there?
Good, good. She’s making beer, y’see, and I’m supposed to help bottle tonight. That should be fun. I will try to keep my WHY IS THAT DRIPPING OVER THERE kinda comments to myself. I really will.
So while she likes to bleach bottles, I’m now a bottle-blonde bleacher.
I went from this delightfully trashy look:
That shot tickles me so. As does this one:
Loreal Feria, Extra Bleach Blonde, if anyone’s wondering.
I cut it to this length:
Please notice my shirt:
And just a couple more gratuitous dog shots for the road:
Ridiculous Clara wants to know WHY we don’t like it when she eats potting soil:
And Harriet gets the last word. As usual.
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