Knitting: January 2009 Archives

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. None of which I can talk about here. Sorry. Much of it is not my tale to tell.

In girlwichy news, however (which is mine and no one else's tale to tell), we're going to be experiencing some upgrades and/or alterations over the next few days-ish.

-Ish because it's Boywich who'll be doing the grunt work, and nice guy that he is, he's doing it out of the goodness of his heart, so I ain't gonna nudge him to do it quickly.

That will mean several things:

a) the site will hopefully end up looking a bit prettier.
b) there will be a live feed to my Twitter stream (I don't know what the proper term is, so as per usual, I'm coining my own.)
c) there may be a little downtime.
d) there may some unexpected scary crashes (ouch! don't hurt the cat).
e) I may need to stay out of his way by not blogging during upgrading.
f) the earth may open up and swallow its young, in which case, hey, it's been nice playing with y'all, and "I'll see you in hell!"

In News of My Life:

1. I finished my grad school applications. Somebody give me a cookie.
2. I finished my hat. Somebody give the hat a cookie.
3. Kitwich has twice attacked the hat. Nobody give her a cookie. Though I just gave her some milk, so I guess the tough-love plan is not especially in effect.

PS. If the whole novelist plan doesn't work out, I wanna be a rockstar.

Sometimes there comes a yarn so unutterably beautiful that it requires the dropping of all other knitterly commitments. I got two yarns in the mail today, and they were both gorgeous, but the variegated was hypnotic. I pulled it out, I got out the swift, I wound it, and I immediately began knitting a little earflap hat.

Mind you, I already had a gift hat on the needles - nay, two gift hats on the needles. One of them on the exact size of circular needle that this hat will take. But I can't help it. It's too too beautiful.

It's the yarn equivalent of the specialest boy in the world, of the chocolate cake that you can't say no to, of lavender bath salts, of a delicious Phil Wood bottom bracket (I know, that makes no sense to most of you, but trust me on this). Can't...say....no....

This hat will knit itself, and then I will marry it.

Or else I will run off to Paris with it. My bicycles will have to come along, because they are my one (or three, or four) true loves.

Or I will go to a birthday party and eat a forbidden cupcake. Or I will drink a little too much grog and sing pirate songs. Or I will dance naked in my apartment. Or I will curl up with my darling girl (cat), and blow bubbles while our problems drift by and wave to us. Hello problems. Goodbye problems.

Later:

Had a day of full-on, no-holds-barred weirdness yesterday, and somehow woke up feeling better afterwards. Perhaps it was the minimalist, yet curiously thorough, four hours of sleep I got. Perhaps it's the second day of clear winter sunshine we've got in a row.

Or it could be that friend's offer to cheer me up. You know, cheer me up. Not that I am likely to take him up on it, but it's nice to be asked. Also, after a week of bloated yuckyness, I woke up, looked in the mirror, and got hit over the head with my own fabulousness.

I just forget, you see.

Looking at the stack of things I've knitted for family gifts this winter, I can't decide whether I've accomplished a lot or whether I've spent an inordinate amount of time knitting what seems like very little.

The yarns are nice, anyway. A combination of stash and newly purchased things, so some of it is more to the taste of the recipient(s) than to mine. But you know, that is in the nature of gifts.

Had lovely rides today. The only way I could have had more fun riding my bike would have been to have 20-year-old knees instead of the well-aged ones I have. Oh well. "A girl does what she can, sire." Cute and quotable, that Drew Barrymore.

We're in for a big snow bomb again, so I will be trying out my new rollers. Hopefully not falling all over the place, but - well, there is gonna be a learning curve. I'll also likely be riding in some of the snow tomorrow, trying to get in a little outdoorness (and maybe a puppet show) (really) before I get trapped in the house again. I am not loving this winter.

I am having bigger thoughts than these, and I keep planning on telling you about them, but apparently the percolating process is still in effect. Either that or I'm just not ready to share my toys yet. Mmmmm, brain toys.

Bill Nye would love those, no?

He makes me want to add a separate list of people I have crushes on who are nerdy rather than hot but whom I can't help but love anyway. Carl Sagan's right at the top of that list. Leonard Nimoy. Andrew Stanton. Joss Whedon. Um, my ex. (yes, that would be Boywich) (big nerd, that one. and very sweet.) (no, I don't have a crush on him anymore; I am just saying, that's the category he falls into)

This Mars Rover driver who works at NASA and whose name I haven't a clue about (I've seen him in a documentary). Reading this, you may well be thinking that I myself ought to be appearing in someone else's sexy nerd list...

Also, and I am not sure what, if anything, this means - I keep having these dreams in which my cat has cloned herself and become many Kitwiches, and I am trying to sort out which one is the right one.