Friday, January 20, 2006
My doctor thinks I have Raynaud's Syndrome. Cool! It will likely reoccur as long as it's winter. Bah! I really thought it was ulnar tunnel. She thinks my issues have all to do with the chilly house temperature, and not at all with my job or the knitting. In fact she didn't tell me once to refrain from knitting.
She did tell me to wear thermals, to wear mittens and not gloves, and for chrissakes to turn up the heat. My revelation that our house hovers around 55 F prompted her to conduct a little poll around the office. Most everyone said they kept their house at 65 to 70 F. Dude, we just received our oil bill yesterday right, which was about 5 weeks after the last fillup, and it was nearly $300. $300 for TURNING ON THE HEAT FOR LIKE, ONE HOUR A DAY.
AND! this has been an extremely extremely mild winter so far!
So if it costs us $300 a month just to have two hot showers in the morning, I can't even IMAGINE how much it would cost to maintain toasty all day long.
But, ha ha, the funny part is that precisely due to my maybe overzealousness to save on oil, I have f---'d up my hand and will have to spend gajillions on today's medical fees. My doctor had x-rays taken of my fingers, just in case I broke it without my knowing. I said to her, "No thanks, I'm sure I didn't," when I really meant to say, "No thanks, I dn't want to pay for it." Insurance isn't covering this one.
But I had the x-rays anyway, and of course, everything was fine.
I'm going to be MIGHTY UPSET at myself if the bill for the x-rays (oh and bloodwork! in case I have lupus!) come out costing more than what it might have cost to heat the house at 70F all winter.
PS! I wore Aimee to my appt. and got a few compliments. Tee hee. I didn't tell them I made it.
Filed Under: WTF
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Well, one way to get over your boredom of knitting is to be told that you can't.
Check out the little piggy. If you dare.
Hey wow. Fingers are kind of gross.
On the left: a normal, wrinkly pinky
On the right: a fat, smooth pinky
The right pinky and ring finger are worse today, damnit. I think I might have ulnar tunnel syndrome. It is caused by a pinched ulnar nerve, due to occupational hazards such as sitting on butt and typing all the live long day. And knitting all the live long night. Knitting isn't explicitly mentioned, but I'm so sure it's not helping matters. Also I favor sleeping on my right side. Ulnar tunnel affects the pinky and ring fingers, not the thumb or others. Ding ding ding! The middle and index finger aren't swollen like I thought yesterday. Just cold.
I ruled out Raynaud's Syndrome. Even though I have much of the symptoms, I don't have temporary "attacks" and it doesn't affect the rest of my digits. This is more chronic and relegated to just my last two fingers.
I've taken heed and made an appt with the doctor tomorrow morning. And I was going to let this pass too. We'll see what she says. Who knows, maybe this time tomorrow afternoon I'll be typing a post with 9 fingers instead of 10. On the plus side, I'll have to learn how to knit continental for sure. Or to knit with my feet. Heh heh. Nervous laughter.
Filed Under: WTF
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
My fourth, middle finger and index finger on my right hand are now swollen too, mostly at the tips where it's all tingly and slightly numb. My pinky is still very fat and very taut, especially the middle section. If my pinky had feet he wouldn't be able to see them. Is this the sign that the end is near? I'm not allowed to knit anymore. And I have to remember to get out of this seat once every half hour or so and run up and down the stairs a few times. It's so pathetic.
So who watched AmericanIdol last night? I did. The audition episodes are the best. Normally I don't really get excited about it but there's something so enjoyable in seeing other people's lack of self-awareness, and then laughing at them.
Did you know I went to high school with Ry@n-S3acrest (sorry for the wacky "encoding" but I don't want this site coming up on a search for his name). He was a year older but although fortune has been very good to him, time has not. He looks a good deal older than he actually is. Then again I look like a 12 year old boy, especially with certain haircuts, so it's all relative I guess. Anyway he used to do the morning Pledge of Allegiance and school announcements, and on hearing him the first day of high school I thought they had hired some professional, especially since he always started and signed off with his name.
Like, "Good morning, this is Ry@n-S3acrest! I pledge allegiance...to the flag...of the United States...of America ...Today the cafeteria will be serving fried steak with a side of hashbrowns..." He made school announcements sound like news you could depend on. Then he did the local top 40 radio station at nights all through high school. I'm really not sure how he pulled that off and still graduated.
He sounded good though, a nice voice with all that nice enunciating and pitch modulating (whatever just roll with me), although it's too bad he sucks when there's no script to read. His professional announcer voice hasn't been able to save him in those many instances that Simon calls him a pretty little girl in front of the entire world, for example. Too bad he's so without wit. And height. I could put three of him in my pocket.
But whatever, kudos to him, really. He's now like this huge conglomerate. Thanks to him I'm separated by a mere 2 degrees from everybody in Hollywood. Me 'n Paula are like this [crossing my two fingers together]. (Ow)
Filed Under: WTF
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Poor wording, that.
No...I don't think I will watch.
Update: I just did. WTF.
Filed Under: WTF
Sunday, January 15, 2006
I'm bored you guys. Suddenly bored and unexcited about my knitting. I've only finished the bottom ribbing of the Cabled Toad and already wish it would just be done already so I can move onto the next project.
Even so I don't know what that next project will be because I haven't been moved by anything lately, or the things that once did no longer do. Blah! I want to use my Japanese stitch books to come up with my piece, but am too lazy to sit and choose a stitch pattern and decide what I want it to become. Scarf? Sweater? What kind of sweater? Kimono style, hooded jacket, vest?
I want to learn how to knit socks, and I also don't.
Also, my right pinky, for the second time in a few months, has suddenly swelled to the size of a US35 needle. I can hardly bend it, it's so fat, which makes for rather painful knitting. Trying to knit without using the pinky does not work. He plays a crucial part in maintaining yarn tenesion, as I have discovered. He's no good fat, no good.
I'm not sure how this happened but it could be my already subpar circulation (the extremities are always ice-cold), made worse by the all day sitting in front of the laptop followed by the all night sitting in front of the TV. Working from home really does have its drawbacks. I don't move as much. There's no walking to the trains. No killing time 10 times a day by walking upstairs, down the hall or whatever to chat with Joe Schmoe at his desk. There's no daily walking breaks down Newbury Street.
There's mostly just sitting now, in this igloo house whose temperature we keep at an arctic 52 degrees F. YES IT'S CRIMINALLY COLD IN HERE, but priorities, ok? This house is old and drafty and to keep it constantly warm the heat would have to be almost constantly on. With the oil prices the way they are, leaving the furnace boiling away is just not an option.
Well I mean it could be, we're not paupers or penny pinchers (ok maybe we are), but this is just a part of our yin-yang approach to finance: want something, take something else away. You can have a house at 68 degrees this month, but one of the cats must go (bye bye Bunny, bye bye). Or you cannot have that nice dinner or two out this month. Or that nightly glass of wine for the entire month. Or all the yarn. No more yarn.
If you watch Smallville you'll know that this season Jor-El also issued this same sort of decree to Clark, except, in saying that he will have to take a life in order to restore a life, his own son's life no less, he was much more of an asshole about it.
Our priorities are pretty simple. We'll suffer the cold to keep being able to do and buy the things we love to do. Bunny and Veebs are staying put. We'll always choose that nice dinner out at Oleana over heat. We'll always choose booze over heat. And of course I will always choose yarn over heat, knitting ennui or not. So that pretty much settles it. The house stays at 52 degrees this winter, I'll wear my own sweater out to a dinner of kobe steak with a bottle of wine, and our savings-to-spending ratio stays the same.
So while I was thinking how brilliant we are with our money, I became curious as to just how much I spent on yarn and knitting books in 2005. I went through the year's AMEX statements and first off noticed I spent, on average, $80 at WEBS January through April, so already before I hit the half year mark I was feeling slightly queasy.
The grand total: $1260 in 2005. Is that a lot? I can't decide. It really doesn't seem so bad knowing that when all is said and done for 2005, I came away with about 13, 14 finished pieces and millions of hours of enjoyment and learning. And a swollen pinky.
Hopefully I'll snap out of this knitting ennui soon.
Filed Under: General Knitting
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Dude. It's going to be hovering near 60 degrees F up here in Boston for the rest of the week. Look at me, I'm all crazy, wearing my crazy flipflops in the middle of crazy January.
GW kicks ass!!
(GW stands for Global Warming. And George W.
Coincidence? Oh I don't think so.)
I've cooked up a new project. It's the Adrienne Vitaddini cabled pullover from Fall 2004, except I'm calling it the "Cabled Toad" because it sounds that much prettier.
I'm using Filatura di Croso 501 in olive. The color is really MUCH more saturated than in the photo above. It could be tricky, it could be. I've never worn anything so toad but I'm trying to be brave. I saw a woman the other day with my coloring - dark hair - wearing this olive-colored blazer and I thought the color looked smashing on her.
The back is finished and the mid-section and ribs are delectably squishy, as they are wont to be.
Kooch continues to lay abandoned in the now ice-cold sunroom, in the same position as I left it when I took this photo. In hopes of finding inspiration in other knitters' progresses, I did an google search for Kooch. My site was the first that came up, the other sites belonged to yarn retailers.
Am I the only person in the WWW knitting Kooch?
(WWW stands for world wide web. Or whole wide world.)
Speaking of Kooch...
I wish it were me that AJ is pregrant with. If it were me in there I'd be constantly kicking her uterine wall in glee, knowing that I'm going to be like the hottest baby this world has ever witnessed. Damn it.
Filed Under: Adrienne V | Cabled Toad
Monday, January 02, 2006
 
Pardon the weak lighting. We're expecting a snowstorm any minute.
Pattern: Electra from Rowan #38, in xsmall
Yarns: Gold - Kathmandu DK; Maroon - Grignasco Tango; Cream - Kathmandu DK and Kidsilk Haze held together; Purple - Debbie Bliss Merino DK
Needle: US 5 for the bottom ribbing, US 6 for the body, US 3 for neck and armhole ribbing
First FO of 2006, ow! It is a little upsetting that I open the new year with an homage to Ronald McDonald, but, snakes on a plane.* The color combination looked more palatable in the yarn store, and now I can't help but think I look like a Chinese member of the Partridge family, or a big tub of nachos, when I wear this.
And yet, I still kind of like it. It works better with a crisp shirt underneath, one that has slightly exaggerated cuffs and collar.
The collar is key. Do not try this at home with a white collarless, long sleeved shirt for example, innocent as a white collarless shirt may be. I happened to be wearing such a shirt when I weaved in the last strand of Electra. I immediately tossed on the vest and showed it off to Duck without first consulting a mirror. It took him exactly half a second too long to answer my "What do you think?" before he said, "It's nice!" And even then there was a slight pause between the "it's" and the "nice."
Trust me, I've asked the poor guy enough What do you think's to know when he really means it's nice or not. In this case, he and not the vest was being nice.
A quick change to a crisp white collared shirt saved the day. If I were to do this again - and I just might! Fairisle is FUN! - I'd go with my initial color choices of foresty greens, blues, and browns, and throw in a dash of pink.
No significant project notes. Just the usual of going down a needle size for a smaller fit. I did not do this in the round. I tried to carry the yarn up the sides whenever I could. This was my first fairisle project, done to break up the same ole knitting monotony, and fairisle definitely kept things interesting.
I love vests. I need to make more.
Thank you everyone who commented in the last post. It's fun to see who's reading, and to find new blogs. More more more!
*Another way of saying "c'est la vie." According to this post anyway.
Filed Under: Completed Projects | Rowan | Electra
Friday, December 30, 2005
Books
The Japanese knit books I ordered over a month ago finally arrived, minus one, the Let's Knit magazine. It's just as well because I found I wasn't totally excited about the ones that did come in.
New Style of Heirloom Knitting
is just too heirloom-y for my tastes. I love cables and bobbles and
fairisle patterns, but I don't love the shapelessness of all the
pieces. Also, SCARY SCHEMATICS. So diagrammatically advanced!
Information overload, cannot process! Hold me!
I might give this to my mother. She'd appreciate it more than I do.
Or maybe you might appreciate it more? Anyone up for a trade perhaps?
KNIT
has lovely photographs. Of some weirdassed patterns. I see one too many
safety pins. The schematics, while not as intimidating as the ones from
Heirloom Knitting, are intruiging and mysterious. All of them have this
wavey thingamibob slicing through their charts, sometimes more than
once, sometimes horizontally or vertically, or both. I don't understand
what this means. Anybody?
There are a couple of items I would make in KNIT, but it's the last
time I buy books solely on the basis of their cover. So last week at
Kinokuniya in NYC I was excited to be able to peruse some real gems in
person. Unfortunately their knitting and crafting section in general
was rather small, and what they did have was meh. I was totally
prepared for an onslaught of kawaii overload that to not experience it
left me empty and sad. But I did console myself with this:
1000 stitch, cable, fairisle, intarsia, and even crochet patterns.
Yarn
I'm ready to show the yarns I bought on
Monday at WEBS. The scene there was like December 31, 1999 except
instead of people stocking on water and battery and shotguns, they were
stocking up on spindles and sheep fur. Loads of it.
No fights broke out, however the store was very close to witnessing
a double homicide/suicide. I wanted to murder the lady in front who
bought $500 worth of yarns that were all ONE of EACH kind. I then
wanted to murder the old dude at the cash register who was unable to
scan and instead typed in the SKU - slowly, so slowly with so much
squinting - for each miserable item. I wanted to kill myself for
choosing to stand in the wrong line. Again!
I bought 3 bags of of Filatura di Crosa yarn:
One bag of 501 wool, one bag of 501 tweed, one bag of Super Soft. I
don't know what the 501's will be turn out to be, but I've started Erin
(Rowan Ribbon Twist) with the Super Soft. I might be super screwed
because I've already used up 3 short skeins and haven't even reached
the armhole. Uh oh.
The end of the show and tell.
Happy 2006
Since this will probably be the last
post of 2005, I'd like wish everyone a very productive new year full of
new yarn and new finished objects.
I'd also like to thank everyone who visits and takes the time to
leave a comment here, ESPECIALLY those who regularly comment even
though I do not reciprocate the gesture nearly as much as I should. My
blogging shortfalls have been weighing on my conscience, and as part of
my news year's resolutions I vow to say hello and thank you all
over the internet!
It's scary though. Half the time I don't know what to write
beyond, "Nice!" and the other half I'm too busy ploughing through my
list of reads to stop to comment.
But really most of the time I have nothing interesting to say. (This is why I also hate talking on the phone, fyi.)
And I'm not good at being nice. Heh.
I'm not good at reading for that matter. I skim and I scan, which
might also account for why I don't comment in general. I don't know
what you've written, ha ha!
Hmm. I've offended you. But maybe not beacuse you too are skimming.
I won't be mad if you have.
I also won't be mad if you don't comment. But. According to
bloglines there are over 100 subscribers to this feed, and I am just so
CURIOUS who all of you are? I know I'd be a hypocrite to ask,
but...Would you indulge me for two seconds and, for those who haven
never commented, just tell me who you are? Please?
(If I know you personally, and I never told you about this site, please don't tell me. Shhh.)
As a reward, you will receive a 3-sentence long comment from ME on
YOUR blog, if you have one! Wow! Or, I'll pick a number
now between 1 - 100 and whoever is the nth commenter gets Veebs
for a day! How 'bout it?
Happy New Year and happy knitting!
Filed Under: Japanese knits | Yarn Stash
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