Join Me in Snarkville

I have never in my life believed I get a lot done in a day.  No, seriously.  Since most days I don’t shower and get dressed until lunchtime, I’m probably behind on most housework, and really I am not sure I’m all that productive, I’m fairly sure that a semi-trained monkey could accomplish more in any given day than me… (more…)

I bound off the body of the sweater.  I blocked half the body.  I’m 85% sure that this sweater will look and hang better in a larger size, even if there is a FIVE inch difference in the two sizes.  This is where you come in….

Which do I do…

1. Continue on, trusting that should it not fit me, I have MANY friends who would love it and it would fit.
2. Rip it out and try again — knowing in my heart that this would also allow me to add three inches to the length because frankly I think the cropped sweater look went out in the 80’s, right?

No, there are no photos.. sorry.

If I was a better blogger, my camera would have come out of the case at somepoint this weekend.  But alas, I was having too much fun to notice that I failed to take a single photo.

I spent my Saturday in the company of a billion of knitters, spinners, and weavers at a little thing called Stitches West.  Now, I’ve got to say, I spent one day at the market and it is huge and busy, and blurring and crazy — how my buddies do it over the course of nearly 4 days, I’m clueless. (more…)

(Warning: knitting and yarn content to follow. I know a few of you, (db, I’m looking at you) dislike this, so you may skip this entry. Otherwise, knitters and dyers enjoy.)

Yesterday, I spent the day with the Minons of the Pointy Sticks (I think there is a blog — but I need someone to send me a linky) in a dye-ing frenzy. Oh my word. There are a few things you need to know about this group:

• You can not be shy. Sorry, shyness is not allowed. If you want something to drink, you get it. If you think of something witty to say, interrupt someone and say it. If you like a skein of yarn, ASK for it, nay, demand it. (Perhaps threatening to steal or move the owner’s cabin to the engine room helps.)
• These ladies know their toys. There were squeals of glee over new wheels — which I freely admit that I’m not worthy because I don’t spin (yet).
• A few of this pack are going on Sea Socks ‘08. I have a feeling that I need to warn Celebrity — there is going to be a bar that will never be the same again. (more…)

Since I’m still over the moon about the fort in my son’s room — and really, he’s lucky he’s cute because I’d SO keep it if that wouldn’t nominate me for the “Worst Mommy Ever” Award.  For now, he gets to keep his fort, for now.

Anyway, the part of the story you really need to know (more…)

First, before I tell you of my adventure yesterday, I must attempt to explain the swatch. Remember the 10 balls of orange yarn? The 10 balls to become some type of blanket for Duke? Well, at the suggestion of Niki, I am trying entraloc as the plan to get other colors into said blanket. The swatch, while not in the right yarn why waste any of my 10 balls), nor the same weight, nor the colors I’m using, is a swatch of the technique. This is key and it is an amazing technique — makes you feel all sorts of clever. Make sense. I’ve got the first row of triangles done now. I have no idea what I’m going to do next, since I did decide to double the sport weight yarn and thus my plan of sock yarn won’t quite work, but I will try.

Ok, what I did yesterday. I was tourist and tour guide to one lovely Amy Singer. Now, she fully expects me to be all snarky, but I can’t — one must have some fodder for snarkiness and she does not provide much. So, I must share with you our adventure — in photo. (more…)

Ok, to put everyone’s mind at ease, the MacBook Pro DOES NOT have a problem with Firefox (I don’t believe it fully, but Apple tells me that is in fact NOT my issue). My issue seems to be a problem (limited to the MacBook Pros) that the Airport card in my laptop and my router don’t like each other. This is now a “known” Apple issue with developers working on the solution (which for those keeping score at home, means I didn’t REALLY need to send back MacBook #1). However, today (before the developers can get around to FIXING this issue) I was given three little choices: (more…)

…I forgot the other furry thing I got over the weekend.

Saturday morning I got up and checked my mail and a friend e-mailed me about a “Yarn Warehouse Sale” (these may be my third favorite word phrase EVER).  Um, ok, I’m THERE.

So, I pack up Duke (because I thought child running wold would help offset the wool fumes) and we head off.  On the way, I pick up cash and call my friend to ask if she’s there yet.  I get the scoop on the sale and head off.

Fully expecting to not find much, I look around at the largest collection of dead muppets I’ve ever seen.  Seriously, there was more fun fur type yarn that should be allowed by law.  So, Duke and I wandered around, and then I spotted a small box of smooth yarn and I went digging.  Oh my, it was Alpaca (soft stuff).  I found 10 balls in this sage green that I love and Duke found a bag of traffic cone orange yarn.  He was in LOVE.  Nothing I showed him made him put down this bag.  NOTHING.

So, I offered to buy him ONE ball of the yarn.  He agreed and we went to pay.  The woman rang me up and I saw the total.  Gasp.

“Ok, let’s just add the other 9 balls of orange yarn, k?”

On the way home, I asked Duke what he wanted me to make him with the yarn and I think we’ve decided on a blanket — I’m considering doing it in a patchwork style to keep me from going blind.

Sidenote the first, I did take a very shaky (I was trying so hard to be quiet, but couldn’t control my shutters of laughter) video of the first 30 minutes of her talk (I would have gotten the whole thing, but there was a technical difficulty (I ran out of tape) and I promise to get it uploaded somewhere, somehow, some time. But until then, you will have to live with my feeble summary.

Sidenote the second, I’m working on adding links and photos — a bold word is either a link or a photo — CLICK. Also, I’m trying to update this with more as I think of things — and clean up my words a bit — so please don’t correct my spelling or grammar anytime soon, deal? (more…)

Yes, it is true.  I’m heading out the door to go do something I’ve never done before — stand on the street corner to meet a harlot, a self-proclaimed Yarn Harlot.

Now, I never slept on a street for concert tickets.  Nope, never.  When I was in high school, I convinced my parents to let me meet some of my friends who were allowed to sleep out for Billy Joel tickets in the morning with doughnuts.  But that’s about the closest I ever got.

But this is different.  Today, the Harlot, her name is Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, is coming for a book signing and her events have been known to draw over 300 and I’m going.  Yes, I have advanced tickets, but I want GOOD seats; I have this uncontrollable need to meet her — to talk to her — to tell her about the cruise.  My absolute shyness is coming up into the pit of my stomach, but I’m working on being bolder in my old age — and this is the THE harlot.

Now, I’m absolutely bummed that I’m missing my knit night (and I’m not sure how to make it up to Warren), but my evening shall be full of all sorts of yarny fun. Here’s the day’s line up:

• Lunch with the wonder graphic designer, Ms. Crafty.
• Hanging with my buddy in line and her two kids.
• New author, new friend, and really cool lady, Alison, will be joining us in line with her drivers.
• Then there is the Harlot event.

Prince asked me when I would be home? I answered — sometime before you wake up in the morning.  (um, I’m not sure that was the right answer.)