Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Whereupon I question the sanity of a friend, my own being lost ages ago

I mentioned Faroe shawls at a recent meeting of the FiberFiends. They're a great way to use up large amounts of yarn, and having been the inheritor of several stashes over the years there is no question that I have oodles of yarn that needs using up. The coned yarn that I got from my husband's grandmother is perfect for simply casting on and going, because there is no way on earth that I'm ever running out before the shawl is done, not even if I was doing a floor to shoulder version for Andre the Giant.

And thus the damage was done. A fellow Fiend was intrigued by these Faroe musings and questioned me in some depth about what they were, how they were put together, how much yarn went into them -- you know, stuff I can't explain or describe without having an actual shawl in front of me to illustrate. But it got worse. Much much worse. Twilight Zone at Stitches West sort of worse. This perfectly reasonable (for a knitter) woman asked me to write a pattern for her.

There used to be a web-site that had a sort of percentage-based faroe formula. I was going to direct her to that but of course, now I can't find it. It's probably gone to the ether, down the memory hole, or took up hookahs with Alice's caterpillar but in any case it's totally inaccessible to me. So I'm going to have to write that pattern.

Oh yeah. Like this is going to end well.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Sock Pics Temporarily Derailed Due to Spousal Spat

DBS picked the wrong day to imply that the Woman of the house Get Up And Cook :)). Yes, I get that he works hard for the household and would like a warm inviting bite to eat when he gets home. However, (just imagine this next bit in sweet, reasonable, dulcet tones) I work hard too and I just got home from running all over hell's half-acre and part of Texas WITH THREE CHILDREN IN TOW getting the family's banking, grocery, and other business done. I'm tired too AND THE CAN OPENER IS JUST OVER THERE IN CASE YOU NEEDED A MEMORY BOOST.

Ahem.

Okay, I didn't say all of that out loud as it were, but I think that I got my general point across. When I'm stressed I drink and when I'm irked I clean...and the kitchen is nearly surgically clean at this point, at least by my own modest standards. I have bento fixings cooling their heels all over the counters and I'm going to have a week's worth of Banshee lunches done very soon. The only reason the living room isn't in similar condition is that I did get an "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that" apology from the spouse.

So the sock has been temporarily delayed. Pics will be up by midnight Pacific Standard Time if I can get that heel turned without going irrevocably mad, causing me to promptly run, screaming, into the night. Or early morning, as the case may be.

Sunday, September 14, 2008