|meri receives a knitting advent calendar in the mail, and glee and hand-clapping and gushing ensues.|
|In which I once again discover that I have not, in fact, lost my very special ability to injure myself in strange and somewhat humorous ways.|
“Sure!” says my brain. “The edging you’ve worked out in your head for this baby blanket will absolutely work!”
My brain starts using the voice of that one childhood friend. You know the one I’m talking about. Your parents can’t quite tell you not to be friends, because s/he never does anything wrong, exactly. But you do seem to get a statically significant larger amount of trouble whenever you spend time with him/her.
Got the voice? Let us continue.
My brain wheedles (in the voice of my own personal Eddie Haskell), “So what if you’re going to have to learn three separate new techniques in order to get this to work? You like to learn, you like to fiddle with things, you like to do semi-complex math where you can’t trust your solutions because you’re not quite sure if you even have the formulae correct. This will be awesome!”
And this is how I have come to this point. The point where I am crocheting a chain of 1,250 stitches for a provisional cast on.
What could possibly go wrong?
TL; DR: My friend Stephanie’s (more local-to-her) friends urgently need help moving Stephanie’s belongings out of her Medford (Boston, MA) apartment by the end of the year (December 31, 2015, in case this gets picked up by some crazy hibernation / resurrection cycle). Assistance in the form of actual bodies-on-site is going to be vital in order to get this done on time. Financial contributions to help defray associated costs are also welcome. More details are included below. If you want more information, let me know, and I’ll put you in touch with the appropriate person or persons. If you aren’t able to assist, but know someone (or multiple someones) who might be interested, feel free to share this post. (The blog post is obviously public, but the crossposts to facebook and LiveJournal are as well.)( Read the rest of this entry »Collapse )
I’ve been working on Debbi Stone’s Spectral for the past few days. It’s coming along very nicely, I think. (Sauron picked the color scheme.)
Speaking of colors, that’s actually 4 different shades of grey [aside: as a huge fan of grey-scale work, I’m incredibly annoyed that the phrase ‘shades of grey’ has been permanently subverted in the public vernacular] yarn shown here. They’re all part of Miss Babs’ 5-color Pegasus gradient set, and are awesome. Eventually, the cowl will go from dark to light (there’s one more step down in intensity left in the set) to dark again.( Read the rest of this entry »Collapse )
My new friend SR (who’s actually a phlebotomist at one of the medical offices I frequent) and I met up today. Our last outing was for coffee at the excellent SoulFood Coffee House in Redmond, so we decided to aim for lunch this time. As we are both gaming geeks – though of vastly different generations (SR was born a month after I graduated from high school; also: I am old) – we decided to check out the recently-opened Bellevue location of MOX Boarding House, a game store / pub / restaurant. (No. Really.)( Read the rest of this entry »Collapse )
A few days ago, I was working on the sweater, and was reaching the end of my skein when I realized that I was actually reaching the end of of the first bag of yarn I bought for the project. The following conversation happened on IRC.( Read the rest of this entry »Collapse )
Insomnia + knitting == more progress on Flore! Third segment (out of five, including the ‘cap and stem’) complete.
I had to change dragons because Toothless was getting lost in the hat. That, and Smaug was getting chilly.
Despite the migraine, the hip pain, and the weird sleep patterns, progress has been made on the Flore hat.
From a purely “getting things done” standpoint, I cannot really call Saturday a success. After a generally quiet and lazy morning around the house, G and I ventured out into the (rainy) world with three goals: get lunch, mail 2 packages at the post office, and go to Target for prescriptions and a few basic groceries.