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And here you go!

Specs:
Pattern: Flame Cardigan from Vogue Spring/Summer 2005
Yarn: Old stashed merino/angora I think?
Gauge: 32st over pattern repeat
Needle size: 6US

And from the back:

I chose to not add that funky crochet bit between the ribbing and the upper pattern, and I lengthened the ribbing, ’cause I’m just not a cropped kinda gal. And you remember when I messed up that sleeve pattern? You can’t tell. If you see me at the Sheep and Wolf Estival, you might pick it out, but not from a trotting horse. Or as Janine says, "If you’re that close, you’d better be putting money in my garter belt." Or something like that.

And the Iris:

This is, without a doubt, my favorite sweater I’ve ever made. And this is, without a doubt, the last post before the Big Event in Maryland, so MWAH! Happy fibering! We’ll be back on Tuesday….

And for being so patient in waiting for the Flame pics, more photos for you, these from the Bolinas Whoreshoes show.

Silvia is rad:

And her date (bless me if I can remember his name – Pete?) was cool, too, although this shot doesn’t show his best face. I love this shot, though. I hope he doesn’t mind. (Silvia, tell me if he does.)

And then there’s me with my girl:

And have I mentioned that my girlfriend is a Total Fucking Rock Star?

And here:

See, the one who is picked to take the photos, takes the photos of things she likes. Just sayin’.

Might I proudly add that while she got that fab suit off eBay, I found her the boots in a window in Berkeley. Oh, yeah.

And the sisters were there! In order, Bethany, Christy, and me.

I hate that picture of me (hellllooo, treble chin) but are they not the cutest?

I swear, I took pictures of the new pink Flame sweater, but my internet has been intermittent at home, and lately more mittent than inter. I tried all day to fire up the computer, but nothing doing. So now I’m at work and have only time to show you a George update.

Remember what he looked like when I lived where Lala lives now? Now that crazy asparagus thing is sticking up like this:

 

This is how tall he is this week. Way, way over the rooftop:

And from a distance, his top disappears into the clouds over the rooftop. We’re going to climb it and steal the giant’s gold. Or his duck. I can’t remember. Goose that laid the golden egg? Maybe that’s it. Whatever, we’re there.

My new favorite blog. Man, I dig the new Pope. And he’s cute as a button:

Reuters photo, Alessandro Bianchi

Dr. Evil, anyone? Some believe he signals the end of the world. And this really might.

From Christy:
The Knit Club

Oh. My. God.

Okay. Now I’m going to bed.

Oh, my gosh. It’s 3am, perhaps a little later, on Sunday morning, and I just got back from the greatest Whoreshoes performance. And know who was there? Our own pretty-pretty RedSilvia, that’s who. It was so great to see her come through the door (and her date was cute, too — go bug her for details).

The band was ON tonight, and the bar (Smileys, the oldest tavern in California, they claim) was hoppin’ with mostly locals, a few wedding-from-up-the-road people, and one lady in a light pink pant suit who looked HORRIFIED anytime anyone danced in her direction. She didn’t last long.

But my fabulous sisters did. They hung in the whole time, and they were awesome. And then Bethany did a great job driving us down the mountain, delivering bandmember Eve to her very door in SF. It was very, very sad that all of us, Christy, Bethany, and I, were ALL broke, not a penny left after Christy paid the now-exorbitant bridge toll, because I got in line at Tacqueria Cancun, the best veggie burritos in the whole world (really) and then had to get out of line because they don’t take Visa. But now I have ice cream, and two happy cats, although I don’t have a Lala, since she stayed in Bolinas for the night (they got the Swearengen room on top of the saloon). I could have Yoko’d it, but I don’t sleep well with others (six in the room) on a night when I’ve been up for just about forever. (You’d think I’d sleep well, huh? Nope. Worse. Overtired stressful sleep.) And also, it was just nice to come down the hill with fun Christy and Bethany and Eve.

And now I get to watch a little TV (woot!) and maybe have a little snack (I’m trying hard to talk myself out of dashing back to SF for that burrito — should I? I have enough quarters here in the house…) and think about how I’ll show y’all the new pink sweater. For photos of tonight’s show, go bug Lala. I took approximately seven thousand four hundred twenty-two photos tonight on her camera. I’m sure she’ll show you a couple or two.

She’s cyoote, by the way. As is every member of her band, but in a different way. If you know what I mean.

Oh! Sleepy! Goodnight.