Stitchy McYarnpants

Confessions of a husband-neglecting, cat-shooing, yarn-hoarding knitaholic. But in a good way.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

The Museum of Kitschy Stitches, Vol. V - We Are Fam-i-ly

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Sunday, February 20, 2005

Here's the story . . .

Holy crap! Almost three weeks gone and you’re still here. Thanks! You’ll never believe what’s been going on. It’s been quite a time, let me tell you. First, I was locked in Sam’s meat locker with Bobby and Greg. Man it was cold and those two are total whiners! It’s a good thing Bobby is such a shrimp, otherwise he never would have fit out the window. And since he was the one who shut the door in the first place, he pretty much had to or Greg and I would have killed and butchered him for Sam’s special of the day.

When we finally got out, we all went on a vacation to Hawaii together. You know, to take the edge off. Well, it turns out we were cursed by some ridiculous tchotchke. Yes, it’s clearly the tiki’s fault that there was a spider on the tropical island. And heaven forbid we should all just admit that Greg may not be the greatest surfer in the universe. Yes, let’s all blame the knick-knack from the hotel’s gift shop. But meeting Vincent Price was awesome. I totally thought he was dead.

So after that whole fiasco, Jan became delusional and thought she was dating a boy named George Glass. It was really sad. She actually made arrangements to have the operator call the house so everyone would think she was getting hot and heavy with “George” on the other line. Pathetic. Honey, I don’t think it’s the freckles that are scaring people away. It was almost as bad as that time Cindy had a psychotic break and thought she was Shirley Temple or when Marcia thought her dentist was hitting on her. I think maybe Carol wasn’t as careful with her pregnancies as she should have been, if you know what I mean.

Well, when Mike and Carol finally got everyone’s meds straight, this little kid named Oliver showed up and he looked like trouble, so I got the hell out of there.

So since I’ve been back, I’ve done some knitting. I am in the very unfortunate position of having someone to make a chemo cap for. My friend’s mom has lymphoma and is going back in for treatment. She will be having more than her share of no-hair days in the weeks to come. I figured she could use a fun little hat and scarf set. The hat uses a single ball of Berroco Chinchilla and since I used two colors, I used the leftovers for a little scarf. Here is a free pattern for the chemo cap. I casted on a few times using a cable cast-on so the edge would have some stretch to it and just didn’t think that size 9 needles were going to make the hat big enough. The row of 60 stitches just looked so short. I switched to size 10 needles and still had my doubts, but lo and behold, the thing grew. I probably would have been fine with the 9s. When I showed it to some friends, they each wanted a set, and I’m going to make one for my mom, too. I’ve never dared to use double-pointed needles, but I had to switch from circulars at the very end. All I can say is that I need practice.

I’m also chugging along on the Stitch n Bitch Hoodie. I’m hoping to have it done by next weekend, but we’ll see what happens. My mother-in-law is coming next weekend and we’re going to collect my mother and head to Patterworks on Sunday! Wheeee . . . I mean, I’m on a yarn diet, but I’m sure it will be pleasant to just do some browsing. ;)

The color in this picture is washed out, but this is the front, back, and finished sleeve. I just have a sleeve and a hood to go.

And here is Mike helping me show off the front pocket. I’m very proud of this part. It came out way better that I thought it would.

And here is a random bit of cuteness to help you on your way. Behold the Chloe sandwich!

Oh, by the way. On my way back from Hawaii, I stopped by the Museum of Kitschy Stitches. They sorted out the plumbing problem (apparently all of the toilets exploded last month and they had to cancel the exhibit), and it looked like they were putting the finishing touches on a brand new gallery!

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

That music listy thing.

Welp, I’ve been slapped with a meme. Thanks, Ms. Melanie. What’s a girl to do? Answer, I guess.

1. Total amount of music files on your computer?

A lot. Gigs and Gigs of it. I recently transferred most of my CDs, so I have a large library of music on my computer.

2. The last CD you bought was:

A bunch of Christmas CDs from the grocery store, including: James Brown, Dean Martin, The Brady Bunch, Dolly Parton, and Cyndi Lauper.

3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message?

A stirring medley of Cream’s greatest hits performed by Howard, Artie, and Fred on the Howard Stern show this morning (I know, I know, but sometimes it’s funny. The Cream thing was great.)

4. Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you:

Wow. This is hard. I go through phases and have tons of favorite songs. I’m going to throw some extras in. These are in no particular order and if I made this list tomorrow, it would probably be different.

-Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley. Achingly beautiful.
-I Am Not a Pretty Girl – Ani DeFranco. Go on, sistergirl!
-This Will Be (an Everlasting Love) – Natalie Cole. Pure joy in a handy 3-minute package.
-Red Right Hand – Nick Cave. I love the classic spooky vibe in this one.
-Every Little Thing – Raul Malo. This song is smokin’ hot.
-Rock and Roll Suicide – David Bowie (or Ziggy Stardust, I suppose). Glam rock drama at its finest.
-Jockey Full of Bourbon – Tom Waits. I always imagine this song being used at a ballroom dance competition. It’s kind of a slow rumba. (Tom Waits would always be on this list, but the song depends on the day)
-Let’s Go Crazy – Prince. Freaking awesome song. I toyed with the idea of having our wedding vows start with the lyrics to the beginning of this song.

5. What 3 people are you going to pass this baton to and why?

Julia at Moth Heaven.
Miriam at Mimknits.
Melody at Fibermania.

All three of these ladies are really cool and I want to read their lists. Lay it on me, sisters.