Rachael

Two big YIPPEEs today.

Yippee #1: The Boys have extra Kersti for Cromarty. Different dye lot, but I SO don’t care. And thanks for all the comments — for a minute there I was feeling like the Wicked Sinning Knitter (forgive me, Father, I’m off in my yardage again). It’s a good lesson. For Starmore, buy eighty-seven skeins too many, and you’ll be all right.

Yippee #2: Greta’s here again for a couple of days! We’re going to play all day. It’s crazy when we’re together. We could sit and just talk. All day. Not exaggerating here. My friends have always thought of me as not a glass-half-full person, but the-glass-is-overflowing-all-over-the-table person. And Greta’s the same way. Wonderful, lovely, beautiful things will happen today, just because we know they will. If it rains, we’ll take shelter in a yarn shop somewhere and drink tea. And she and daughter-bird are the first two to stay with me in my new home. Two more perfect guests I could not imagine.

** She just said, “I love Hermann Hesse. He cracks me up. Especially when you read the German.”
She’s so fabulous.

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It’s now official: I’m going to run out of Koigu Kersti for Cromarty. I’ve sent a panicked note off to the Boys to see what they can do, since the Koigu people apparently want to adopt both of them (which is so great – whenever I go into my LYS (mentioning no names, as I have several LYSs), the owner is complaining about how the Koigu people won’t work with her. Well, duh, lady. You’re such a whiner! Be nice, sweet, and utterly fabulous like they are, and Koigu will work with ya. Till then, get over your LYSelf).

Here she is right now:

I’ll need eight more skeins, if I’ve done my math right. What the bleeding hell? I got three extra skeins originally, just to be on the safe side. My row count is a little off, but I never really worry about that. The stitch count is spot on, and the sweater measures to the right proportions. I’m done with both sleeves and eight inches up the front, and it keeps eating up the yardage. Any ideas? Is it because I’m such a loose knitter and working on such tiny needles to get gauge that each stitch is eating up more yarn that it normally would? Can that be true? Was Starmore’s yardage off? Somehow, I doubt that. She wouldn’t be off by such a massive amount. Can anyone tell me how many yards were in the Rowan DDK the pattern originally called for? I thought they was pretty comparable to Kersti’s 114yds/skein, so I’m shocked at this difference. And scared. I know the dye lots won’t be the same. But will they be close?

It’s yarn. It’s color in yarn. It ain’t a national crisis. But I’m a little worried. Erp.

Hey! MagKnits is live! And I got to actually hold Mariko’s cup prototypes, and they’re AWESOME. I know what people are getting for Christmas this year…..

* And Em’s pre-Oscar commentary is FABulous. I hardly mind that I FORGOT to TiVo it. I can’t believe I forgot. I thought about while I was drying my hair…. and then poof! Gone. So now I’m at work and will miss most of it. But she made me forget all that….

** Thanks for all the wonderful Welcome Home comments! They made me feel terrific!

Welcome to my new home! Have a cup of tea? Or you want some wine, like me? Okay. Sit down. Lemme show ya.

This is how I moved. One carload at a time, one hand holding the shit in the car, the other on the wheel. At one point it started pouring and my cell phone rang at the same time. (I didn’t answer, duh.) But I thought to myself, what the eff am I doing?

But it was worth it:

My kitchen, with its red walls. Those are some cold tiles, but I tell you, paint comes right OFF those suckers.

Standing in the kitchen looking into the living area. There’s seating behind the low bookcases and that table is only a temporary solution. LauraJune is giving me her old table, yippeeee! That orange thing is the beanbag Greta and I found at the Wonder Longs:

The below is also a temporary solution. Another good friend is donating his couch to the Rachael Cause, and then I’m going to slipcover them both in another shade of Venetian red (note the Ikea table):

Now turn around, and look back toward the kitchen. These bookcases will get filled up attractively at some point. And the larger couch will run along it, too, leaving the bottom shelves as hidden storage! That was clever Christy’s idea. And the log-cabin is an old quilt top I made and never sewed INTO an actual quilt. Apparently it was waiting for me to move into this place to be used as a runner.

But I know this is what you’ve been waiting for. May I present the yarn center? (The yarn fills BOTH bookcases.)

And a close up:

That’s not only Noro Kureyon from the Boys, but my first attempt at spinning below it, in the purple. Don’t look too closely. I LOVE having so much yarn visible in my house.

And part of the bedroom here. A place in the open for the sweaters, and an old chair (aka cat seat) that I love.

Back in the living room, I have to show you what’s outside the side window. This thing is under the outside light, and at night it simply glows. I adore it. This is George:

Bought myself an orchid for the kitchen. How do you keep these alive?

All the art on my walls, with the exception of the Venice map in the bedroom, is my own (mostly prints of Italian photos). But this is one of my most prized possessions. Mom commissioned a friend of ours to paint this for me from a photo I took a few years ago. Even now I like to go back to Venice and look at the red boat (it’s always parked in this same spot at night….):

All right, that’s enough. But I HAD to show you what I’ve been up to. Now I can focus on Cromarty again….
Thanks, darlings, for visiting me!

*oh, and I just got hit by someone in Denmark searching for “glass you silly ass glass.” ???

My sister Bethany’s funny today.

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Photos tomorrow… I promise(ish).

But for now, just a couple of questions to answer:

Em wanted to know about organizing. Oh, girl. Lemme tell ya. You remember I didn’t want to use boxes. Whatever. I got over that OCD tic and filled my car with boxes from BevMo. I managed to fit eleven (11!) boxes in, and then I got stuck on a new OCD tic (I swear, only when I’m moving am I this nutty). I didn’t want any more boxes. I was determined to move with just eleven (my fave number) boxes. Why? I dunno. It just sounded cool. “Yes, once I moved with only eleven boxes.” ‘Cause THAT will wow my friends and neighbors….

But what it translated to is that I would pack the boxes, move them to the new place, unpack them, and put everything away, all in order to take them back and fill them up again. So I am already unpacked and organized. Can you stand it? That’s the only way a nervous little cat like me can move. Last night, I really DID put my feet up on the table, sat on the sofa, watched TiVo, checked email, and knitted on Cromarty. I stayed up too late having that much fun.

And speaking of cats, La Brainy asked me how the cats were doing. They’re doing just fine, so Mom tells me. I took ’em home down south last Tuesday. They ADORE being at Grandma’s house, and I didn’t want them anywhere near the ripping apart of their home. They’re neurotic enough, and I’m usually balanced enough to calm them down. But a crazy me married with a move would have sent them right up the wallpaper, and there wouldn’t be enough tuna in the world to get ’em down. (Digit’s paw is healed now, no limp at all. Faker.)

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