Monday, December 12, 2005
After making 3 Shining Star hats, I decided I needed to UP the ANTE
and make my knitting life interesting again, which would also provide
writing fodder for this blog. I thought, wouldn't it be cute if the
star pattern was its own color? Then I thought, wouldn't it be cute if
the star were white, and the rest of the hat were a light blue, so that
it looked like a snowflake against the sky? Then I thought, the gauge
for the existing yarn I have for this white and sky blue yarn is too
small, so wouldn't it work just as well if I doublestranded?
2 colors, 4 strands of yarn, 5 double-pointed needles, 1
circular needle (that I'm using as a dpn to give me a total of 6) and I
have this:
It's a fiasco. I carried yarn across as many as 10 stitches because
I didn't want to do intarsia and have pumpkin innards, but any way you
cut it, there will be pumpkin innards and fairisle on this pattern
doesn't work. I still think a star in its own color would have
been so money, but the effort to achieve it isn't quite worth
it. Granted, I didn't make the process any easier by
doublestranding.
So sad. I spent a whole afternoon on this.
Know what else is sad? That it's less than 2 weeks til Christmas and
we are sans tree. We've always had a tree, except for last year but
that was because we weren't around for most of the month. I have not at
all been in the holiday spirit. I know I must say this every single
year, but this Christmas seemed to have leapt upon us like a duck on a
junebug, and even though my body is swathed in 5 layers of clothing, my
mind is still running around in a tanktop.
HA HA! Now do you also see why I haven't been writing regularly?! Such prose. Ha. Heh. Ugh. Sob.
Also it's a week until my birthday. I am turning 1000 years old.
Again every birthday I say I am turning 1000 years old but this time I
really mean it. My parents have even acknowledged that now that they
have a decrepit sort of daughter, it must make them Keepers of the
Crypt, and this too makes them sad. We are all sad for my birthday.
Duck and I are going to NYC to celebrate. I hope to drink and eat away the birthday blahs. My BFF whom I call Kitty (she has a food blog) made reservations at 24 Prince, and we will have pumpkin-spice and cinnamon martinis over at Public. I will choke my sobs with cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery and hide my runny nose behind Japanese craft books at Kinokuniya, and the next day, drown my sorrows in a fatty vat of cassoulet at Gascogne.
Mmm. I love cassoulet. Mmm, rendered duck fat. Turning 1000 doesn't sound half bad.
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