Sometimes, the best thing you can do when you’re down in the dumps, or when you have fifty bazillion unfinished projects going on, is to make something cool. And so, I did!
When I was in St. Louis, I stopped by a yarn store (of course) and picked up some Crystal Palace Waikiki color 2852 and Squiggle in “shell”. I started a scarf, and kept it in the car seat beside me to work on when I got stuck in traffic. I finally decided I just needed to finish it, already. Here’s the result on. Here’s one a little closer up, and here’s the UNNECESSARY ZOOOOOOOM!
Ahem. Sorry.
I really enjoyed this! That Squiggle is fun stuff, nice and soft and shaggy and… well, squiggly. If they harvested Tribbles for their fur, this is what the result would be. (Actually, maybe they do.) I like the little poofs the yarn has, and the bit of shine that the Waikiki imparts. The scarf may have a little of that 70’s shag carpet tone to it, but who cares? It was fun, and I’d definitely make another Squiggle scarf in a heartbeat.
And now, on to those fifty bazillion unfinished projects!
So the shawl continues, but, I’m ambivalent about how it’s going. I randomly alternated the first two colors together so it wouldn’t be so abruptly stripey, but I’m not sure that it’s a good effect. Here are the colors. Here’s the shawl begun. Here it is in its current state. There are two more colors to go, plus a half a ball of the purple you see on the bottom edge. The first two colors blended all right, but I think it’s going to be an abrupt change in the middle there, and I’m not sure it’s going to work. I’m considering frogging it (ripping it out).
This really doesn’t seem like the kind of thing the intended recipient wears, so maybe I should hang onto this yarn for socks or something.
Opinions?
So the shawl continues, but, I’m ambivalent about how it’s going. I randomly alternated the first two colors together so it wouldn’t be so abruptly stripey, but I’m not sure that it’s a good effect. Here are the colors. Here’s the shawl begun. Here it is in its current state. There are two more colors to go, plus a half a ball of the purple you see on the bottom edge. The first two colors blended all right, but I think it’s going to be an abrupt change in the middle there, and I’m not sure it’s going to work. I’m considering frogging it (ripping it out).
This really doesn’t seem like the kind of thing the intended recipient wears, so maybe I should hang onto this yarn for socks or something.
Opinions?
As a parent, I find stories of Stupid Kid Stuff hilarious. So let me heartily recommend Jeff Vogel (of Spiderweb game software fame) and his website, Irony Central. In particular, The Story About The Baby.
Heh. Dopey babies.
My husband has figured out a way to use his Linux box to make my computer say stuff. He types on his keyboard, and my Mac repeats aloud what he types. So now he’ll be over, doing something on his computer, and my Mac will suddenly say, “Do you want to play a game?” or it’ll whisper, “Kill kill kill!”
Me: “You’re going to do this from work and freak me out, aren’t you?”
Him: “Oh yeah.”
Great.
Ever since I had my kid, I’ve snored. Apparently, it’s gotten worse – which isn’t surprising, since I’ve gotten heavier. Things came to a bit of a head for me when I roomed with GM Helena at Simucon ’04, and she had to keep waking me up to tell me to turn over so I would shut the hell up. Poor Helena. I felt so bad. When I called my husband to tell him that apparently, I snore like a grizzled old miner, he said knowingly, “Yeah.”
Well, I had a cold this past week. It made the snoring worse. So, since I couldn’t lose 30 pounds overnight, I turned to drugs. I had heard about a throat spray that supposedly actually worked, so I figured, “what the heck, it can’t hurt.”
Holy moly, it worked! Last night was the first night in five years that I apparently haven’t done some kind of cave bear imitation. So let me heartily recommend Snor Enz and let next year’s Simucon roomie fear no more. Woot!
My kid tells me today that we’re learning about the letters U and V. She says U is for underwear and V is for vampire. I didn’t tell her that.
That’s my kid, future goth geek girl. Eat your heart out, middle America!
