Earlier today an adolescent weather god snuck into the control room and decided that flipping the "hail" switch on and off for an entire day would be a really neat trick.
I want to punch that kid.
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In other news, I feel fabulous now (thanks for the well-wishes) and think it's about time I wrote a bit about what I've been knitting. You may remember that back before the holidays I started a ridiculous number of projects, almost none of which have been finished and one of which has given me no small amount of grief. The project in question, which we shall call "_DictionaryGirl_'s Extremely Belated Holiday Gift," started out as a pretty basic idea with a new technique thrown in for good measure. After almost finishing and subsequently ripping out the first version of it because it somehow turned out large enough for two _DictionaryGirl_s, I successfully completed it, seamed it up, wove in every single bloody end, and tossed it into the project basket next to my bed with a resounding "HAH!" Why didn't I just wrap it up and mail it off to my dear friend, you ask?
Because the project is actually a pair of things.
At this point, which was about a month ago, I decided to take a strategic break from the project and work on something for me. My wardrobe, you see, feels neglected. I've been spring cleaning all the old, unworn stuff out of it and it keeps giving me reproachful looks that, I suspect, have much to do with the lack of finished projects in my life. With that in mind, I set off to finish one of my several sweaters.
HAHA. Yeah, no. I didn't. I started a new one. I'd show it to you, because it's actually just about done, but it is lace and, as you may or may not already know, lace in its raw, unblocked state looks like a steaming pile of fiber turds. I'd show you a picture of what it's supposed to look like, but I'm more or less making it up as I go, glancing at a published pattern every so often for vague reference. I've really got to stop altering everything I make because after awhile my altered things piss me off and end up at the bottom of the project basket.
With that sentiment in mind, I'm celebrating my almost-finished sweater by starting on this:
In bright turquoise. With a black ribbon. I may not even be able to bring myself to wear it. I spent $13 on the yarn for it and I may never wear it. At least it's a fast knit, right?
I want to punch that kid.
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In other news, I feel fabulous now (thanks for the well-wishes) and think it's about time I wrote a bit about what I've been knitting. You may remember that back before the holidays I started a ridiculous number of projects, almost none of which have been finished and one of which has given me no small amount of grief. The project in question, which we shall call "_DictionaryGirl_'s Extremely Belated Holiday Gift," started out as a pretty basic idea with a new technique thrown in for good measure. After almost finishing and subsequently ripping out the first version of it because it somehow turned out large enough for two _DictionaryGirl_s, I successfully completed it, seamed it up, wove in every single bloody end, and tossed it into the project basket next to my bed with a resounding "HAH!" Why didn't I just wrap it up and mail it off to my dear friend, you ask?
Because the project is actually a pair of things.
At this point, which was about a month ago, I decided to take a strategic break from the project and work on something for me. My wardrobe, you see, feels neglected. I've been spring cleaning all the old, unworn stuff out of it and it keeps giving me reproachful looks that, I suspect, have much to do with the lack of finished projects in my life. With that in mind, I set off to finish one of my several sweaters.
HAHA. Yeah, no. I didn't. I started a new one. I'd show it to you, because it's actually just about done, but it is lace and, as you may or may not already know, lace in its raw, unblocked state looks like a steaming pile of fiber turds. I'd show you a picture of what it's supposed to look like, but I'm more or less making it up as I go, glancing at a published pattern every so often for vague reference. I've really got to stop altering everything I make because after awhile my altered things piss me off and end up at the bottom of the project basket.
With that sentiment in mind, I'm celebrating my almost-finished sweater by starting on this:
In bright turquoise. With a black ribbon. I may not even be able to bring myself to wear it. I spent $13 on the yarn for it and I may never wear it. At least it's a fast knit, right?
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stupid kid.