Archives for December 2005

Howdy there, my friends. It’s late, and I’m bleary-eyed, so this’ll be quick, but I have a favor to ask. Where does one buy nice cashmere roving? Copper Moose? I only need a little bit for socks for a friend who’s paying for the roving if I spin it up for her, and I’m DYING to get my little paws on cashmere in the raw, but I just don’t know where to look first.

Me? All I’m knitting recently is socks. Lots of socks. They’re good work projects — small enough to work on when I’m in training (I can still look at the study papers, and never down at my hands), so no one tells me not to (thank GOD), and I’m just doing miles of stocking stitch. Miles of it. Maybe someday I’ll make a patterned sock, but it hasn’t happened yet. The other day a coworker turned around and said, "You, you, you’re such a SOCK-KNITTER!" Said as an epithet, it’s mighty funny.

Still behind in email. Forgive me.

(sleepy) MWAH!

I’m not sure if I can get behind the knitted boot recently featured on Knitty Gritty. I completely applaud the designer for her daring, and I think it’s totally clever. Cute, even. But I could never wear them. And neither could you, probably. If you’re NOT a knitter, you might get away with it. You know? Fashion-forward, cutting edge. But a Knitter wearing them? Every friend and family member would know that you’d finally gone right around the bend, and you’d never live it down. It’s only a small step from that to making knitted chaps, and that’s just not okay.

Went for a walk in the rain today on my way to getting my hair done (the hairdresser confirmed my suspicion that I am almost sixty percent gray-haired at the age of thirty-three), and saw this little person:

Doesn’t she make you want to play in the rain? Or at least get a yellow slicker? Do they make grownup yellow slickers? ‘Cause that’s the cutest thing ever.

Well, since I’ve shown you the cutest thing ever, I’ll show you the toughest thing ever, too:

Five and a half pounds of pirate terror, man. Be afraid, be very afraid.