Do you know what this is? No...not dinner. Not Spinach Linguini. Nope.
Try as I might, I cannot continue knitting something that I hate.
Klaralund, is no longer. She's died. Finis. Frogged. End of story. We won't breathe another word of this. She almost had a body. But she was made out of crap yarn that my fingers couldn't bear to touch any longer. My fingers are the Paris Hilton fingers of fiber. Snobby and precocious and condescending...
She may be resurrected out of Brown Sheep Lamb's pride...or Berroco's Ultra Alpaca...or Noro's Cash Iroha...or (sniff)maybe just maybe my wandering eye has caught another Beaut...the Urban Aran cardigan...
I love it so much. This picture is off of Streets and Yo's blog. Check out Brooklyntweed for more pics of this hot, perfect sweater! The shaping on the sides has got to be so incredibly flattering, no?
Capecho's first pentagon is finished. Piece of cake and so much fun. Maybe I'm not as much of a tard as I thought. I'm doing math and geometry! Me! Little ol'Shoe Girl! Though I did do a tardy thing the other day...I was feeling a bit financially frisky and went to ToysRUs and bought every boardgame/game they had. Candy Land, Life , Monopoly, Risk, Othello, Cranium, Battleship, Scrabble, Chutes and Ladders, Yahtsee, Sorry!, Chess, Clue, Ruckus, Chinese Checkers, Boggle, Uno, Pick up Sticks, Jacks, you name it, I bought it.
This really is a cry for psychiatric help! Is there anybody out there that feels my pain? I mean, really, How many board games does it take to distract a rabid fiber freak...How many knitting projects does a girl have to start before someone calls the cops?
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
I've neglected myself long enough. I looked in the mirror today and said to myself "Self? Get your arse to the waxer! The manicurist! The salon! And how!" It's just been hard to keep on top of things lately...going to TNNA, driving back and forth to Charlottesville, being a full time Mommy, and planning for the "Sewing Together" party has really kicked me in the teeth. I have Pink Eye to top it all off. My left eye is almost glued shut. I had to pry it open for the picture. Nice.
Here is a picture of Bfriend, circa 1982...
That nose, Toddler is on his way to that one. Is that your nose, or are you just eating a banana? If I filled your nose with pennies, I'd be rich, etc.etc.
Next up, exactly what I ordered at TNNA, that you can expect to roll into Mosaic in August. Oh, and I almost forgot! I got a picture of Beth, the New England yarn rep for Euro/Austen at the show. She asked me not to put this picture on my blog...so here it is! Hi, Beth! xoxo!
Oh, and Thomas, the Midwestern Rep, also didn't want his pic on the blog...love you, Smart Arse!
Jeffery, Pug Lover, Sion's right hand guy, (sorta like Big Pussy on the Sopranos, pun intended) did want his pic on the blog...love you, Jeffery!
Here is Belinda, my Publicity Agent and Administrative assistant and my Successful Successor, David, love you, kisskiss!
A man clearly trying to ignore me...while my Body Guard, Debbie searches for cameras, bugs, and suspicious behavior...
It's been 30 years since we sat on our flute cases on the baseball field...We are Virgos, proud and strong! Except when Ms. Colley comes along! Don't cry honey! I can feel it in my bones, I can feel it in my bones...I can feel it feel it feel it in my bones...Thanks for the memories and hopefully 30 more years of friendship!
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thank you to everyone who has inquired and shown concern for my Father's health. It really means alot that you care. Here is where we are. His Dr. recommmended a brand new, very expensive screening test and needed it to be approved by the insurance company. What the test involves, is to shoot radioactivity into his veins and then the instruments measure the amount of heat that the mysterious spot is putting off. Less heat, less cellular turn-over, scar tissue. More heat, rapidly dividing cells, cancer. We were waiting to get the approval and found out he has been turned down for the test. So the Dr. wants to give him another chest X-ray in a couple months to see if there is any change from the last one. So now we wait. His cough finally went away with some new antibiotics, helping my hysteria diminished a bit. Life feels normal again. (fingers crossed). Once again, thank you all for the well wishes. xoxox
Thursday, March 8, 2012
I absolutely cannot watch sports. I get so freaked out and stressed out, it isn't worth it to me (or the loved ones that have to actually be around me). Tonight the Va tech basketball team was playing NC, the #1 team in the country. My dad called to tell me we were up 20 points with 2 minutes to go. So I say to myself, Self? Surely we will win, I'll wait awhile and turn it on. So I turn it on to see that there is 30 seconds left and Tech was only up by 4...I screamed and turned the TV off and threw the remote control across the room. Hand wringing, sweating, pacing the floor. I don't even like sports of any kind. I just feel like Blacksburg is playing for national recognition...the better the school and the teams, the more tourism, the more business. Well, we won anyway. So there is dancing in the streets tonight. Ah, to be young again...With a huge crowd, strutting down the street with warm beer in a styrofoam cup, my thong popping out of my Juicy jeans, my tube top bouncing, my gum smacking, bobbing my head to the Rap music blasting from the downtown bars. With the guys giving me the eye, the gals throwing their arms around my neck, my high heels dangerously highhighhigh! Instead, to celebrate the Hokie's win, I think I'll eat a Lean Cuisine in my favorite sweats and wash it down with a Fresca. Then settle down with my 6th Lizard square...
Ok. WTF. Wholewheat Goldfish? You have got to be kidding! I had to buy them anyway, even though I know I'm being had.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Smells like teen spirit
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com
Wow, seems like just yesterday I was cursing under my breath, kicking a stone down my street in overalls, singing about wanting to start a knitting blog, and...here we are. 100 posts later. And I'm feeling particularly frisky today. And yet, I don't have the balls to write about what I'm really thinking about right now. So instead, I'll put out a Public Service Announcement for all you pug owners out there...there is a Pug Recall going on now (Thanks, Jody for alerting me) for all pugs born between the years of 1995-2007. They are defective and you'll need to send them on to Mosaic Yarn Shop, 880 University City Blvd, Blacksburg, Va, 24060, C/O Gina or Mimi. Thanks for your attention to this matter. Maybe later I'll share my innermost tormented thoughts...
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Today the article came out in the National section of the NYTimes. Pretty nice article. Here is my take on the photo of me, Mimi, Loren, Lawre, Chris...
We are a somber bunch...throwing back our coffees, knitting our squares for the Deceased. No Double Chins in sight. Let me give you the idea of how it was working in the shop today. One person had to work the phone. Never leave it. As soon as you'd hang up from a call, the phone would instantly ring. Meaning, people all over the country were dialing our number. So wierd. When is the surreal strangeness of it all going to end? Heard through the grapevine that all the Press are coming back to Blacksburg for Graduation. Batten down the hatches!
Mimi is America's Next Top Hand Model!
Didn't want to go 12 hours without starting a new UFO! Heavens no! I started this ruffle scarf that I saw on Jane from Richmond. Had to have it, need to own it, must wear it. Her scarf was knit in red, mine is Ultra Alpaca in a loverly mossy color, a new color called Yukka Mix. Oh, it's the yarn that warms my soul and soothes me as I enter The Terrifying Gates of Harry Potter Hell...Kiss Kiss Bob for selling me Ultra Alpaca and even maybe a french kiss for Berroco for picking such a luscious color from the Italian mill...There are so many aspects to owning a LYS that are both difficult and beautiful at the same time. So much yarn come comes through the door and so much yarn goes out the door in my Prada messenger bag...