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I have some adjusting to do, I think. Staying up late having a good time doing whatever it is you’re doing, but still having to get up damn early to make it to work – that ain’t right. Last night it was just drinking a beer on the couch with a favorite person, the night before it was a birthday party in the City (at a belly-dancing Moroccan restaurant where we sat on the floor next to the fabric walls, eating lamb and rabbit with our fingers), tonight it’s SUPPOSED to be watching a friend play in a punk band at a girl club in San Francisco (and that’s hard to resist, no?) but I’m TIRED.

Whine. Silly whinings. Suck it up either play or sleep, but don’t whine about it. That’s what big me tells little me, but little me still wants to complain.

Digit didn’t come home last night, now I’m worried. He does tend to stay out on full moon nights. More light to read the cards. Full house! Aces high…..

And I slept so poorly, too. Full moons affect me in a visceral way – dreams of small animals and bluegrass music and deserted rooms in antique stores. Oh! I dreamed of cashmere. Tactile dreams.

Now, racing off to work again – will I go out tonight? Prolly. Remind me to tell you about the tattoo I want now. Enjoy your weekend (and SLEEP!) And go see Bethany, new pics up!

Quickly, ’cause I went out late last night and now I’m at work, but I’m so excited about the KniTattoo response! Got some good ones that I’ll post tonight (and I have some ideas about a new one for me, thanks very much, I didn’t plan on that…….)

And Wendy won! Didja see that? I think it’s pretty darn cool that the contest-giver wins one. She deserves it.

Yow! Happy Friday!

for something a little different. Courtesy of Cari’s and Amy’s blogs, I got to thinking about tattoos and the fact that it seems like we got a lot of ’em out here in blog-land. Cari mentioned something about a gallery. I think she was kidding. But hey! Here you go. I feel like I’m at a party and I’m the first one to get naked in the hot-tub, not sure if anyone will follow. But, hey, I always liked hot-tubs.

The KniTattoo Gallery.

(ps – first one to send me a photo of their knit-related tattoo wins a prize. Not sure what kind of prize, and I can’t guarantee its cool-ness (don’t get a knit tattoo just for the prize), but you’ll get a little crackerjack kind o’prize.)

Whee! Thanks for the compliments! All kudos are due Stef, anyway. Her pattern, her genius. I just do the knitting.

Okay. So the reason I don’t buy crap to eat is this: I bought a four-pack of Dove bars yesterday on a whim and ATE THREE. And I know the last one will be gone today.

It ain’t like I’m on a diet. I like the way I look and I’m happy with my weight. I’ve always been a little soft around the edges, and I accept it (mostly)happily. But come on, that’s just ridiculous. Three Dove bars? You ever had one of those? You can feel your arteries hardening and your hips widening as soon as you throw the stick out, that stick that you’ve licked until the splinters form, hoping for a bit more of that chocolate.

Ridiculous, I tell you. That’s why I go either Grocery Shopping or Other Stuff Buying. Yesterday I just ran into the grocery store for leaf bags and ended up with a box of Dove as well. If I’m legitimately grocery shopping (which only happens about once a month), I’m very good, buying myself healthy whole-grain stuff, low-fat versions of good-for-you products. Or I’ll buy a small box of okay-for-you cookies with a little chocolate and I can dole those kinds of things out for a long time. A bag of Trader Joe’s corn chips will last me two weeks. But something REALLY bad, forget it.

(But it was fun, and I don’t regret it. Just kind of surprised at my capacity, that’s all. I could have eaten that last one, I know I could have.)

I used the leaf bags to clean out my closet, the one that I haven’t been able to open for WEEKS. I’ve been wearing the same clothes over and over again, washed and left in the basket, just because I couldn’t get near the clothes rack. I got rid of six bags of clothes. Six! Well, not rid of, not just yet, since I just bundled them up and filled my car with the bags. Must donate today, as soon as I get off my ass.

I’m seeing a pattern here, no? I like excess? Even when it comes to thrift store clothing, I go a little overboard.

You should see my book piles.

Adah says sleep in the sun if you can!

What do people without blogs do when they need cheering up? Y’all helped me so much and gave me some giggles which were wildly needed. I couldn’t even watch the debacle on TV last night, preferring to catch the headline on internet news at one in the morning. I think it just hurts so much because I adore California. I love it here, I really do, and I just feel so let down. If EVERYONE had gone to the polls, and I just happened to be in the minority who didn’t want the recall to occur, then well and good. I’d accept that. What I can’t accept is the apathy, and the subsequent grumblings from said apathetics. I know that’s not a word. But it should be, goddammit.

In Canada it seems like people think a little more. Is that true? I’m gonna pull an Amy, fall in love with some fabulous Canadian girl and open a little yarn store while writing stunning novels from a tiny carriage house.

Whatcha think?

Well, all right then. Whatcha think of the Noro? Let me tell you first how I screwed it up. Not unbearably, but there’s definitely a Design Detail or two.

First of all, when Stef says kitchener the sleeves to the body, she means it. Don’t get all clever and happy with your dang self and think that means a three-needle bind off just because you happen to LURVE doing three-needle bind offs. When you do that: You end up with a raglan join on a slant AND a seam on the straightaway.

Dur. Why didn’t I think of that? I held it up, ready to be oh-so-proud of myself, then let out a banshee scream and met a friend for two beers and big steak fries. I couldn’t bear it.

Went home grudgingly, kitchenered the other sleeve and realized, hell, it’s Noro yarn. Ain’t nothing as forgiving as that. And if it won’t be noticed from a trotting horse, I can usually live with it, so it stays. No one (but you) will ever know.

I went with three-quarter sleeves, because I’m fussy about that (and impatient). Here she is all in one piece.

I did crocheted steeks! Great thanks are due the fabulous Lisa and Schoolhouse Press for making it comprehensible. I adore crocheted steeks – they’re elegant and neat and they mean I don’t have to haul out the Sewing Machine From Hell. They’re cute, too! Look:

Before cutting

During cutting

And here she is, cut apart with button bands (will buy buttons today – I never buy them ahead of time – I have to meet the sweater first).

What next? Dunno. Knitted political banners? Oh, yeah, that’s what this blog is! Cheers, all.

I need to write, pay off debts (or at least get closer to doing so), buy less yarn and beer, and emigrate to Canada. Schwarzenegger won and I have to move. I’m actually not kidding. It may take a few years, but it’ll happen. I’ll split my time between Vancouver and Venice.

As of now, one-thirty a.m. on Wednesday, the recall was opposed by 46.5% of voters. If three point five percent more voters had just SHOWN UP and opposed this travesty, well….. It almost ain’t worth thinking about. Too painful. It proves (again) how every tiny little vote really does count (hello, Florida). I’m terribly disappointed in my home state. And it only cost us $66 million dollars! I’ve been asked to help with salary negotiations at work – how can I do that? The state tells us over and over it has no money to give to cities and their police departments. Or schools. Or the environment. Of course, I forgot. It has other, important things to do. Like recall an admittedly struggling governor and replace him with a misogynist/actor. That’ll help.

I’m bitter.

GodDAMN. I’m never bitter. I don’t like this feeling.

Aargh. I finished the Noro cardigan, just have to add buttons. It’ll help keep me warm up north.
Bleah.