After finishing up another Jayne tonight, I pulled out the second Crusoe to work on. I’m about halfway down the ankle. About a half hour ago, my husband found a thin double-pointed needle (DPN) wedged into the side of his chair and asked, “Are you missing this?”
I looked at it. It was a #1 bamboo needle. This was very odd, since I was already using my full set of 5 #1 bamboo DPNs for the sock I was working on. Or so I thought – upon closer inspection, it looks like I pulled out my #2 needles when I cast on for the second sock. The needles had been in my case because I was using them to knit my daughter’s doll. So the second sock is being knitted on bigger needles than the first.
Great. Just great. Well, it’s only half a millimeter’s difference. Gauge looks to be pretty much the same, so maybe I’ll just switch to #1s now and keep going. I won’t tell if you won’t.
Hats up for: WI, MN, TN
That was fun! Yarns Forever was great – the owner really knew her stuff, and I came out of there lighter in the wallet and heavier in the stash.
Bowling was also very fun, and I met some neat people from Greenville. I bowled an average of 81. Er… it’s not whether you win or lose; it’s how you play the game, right?
(By the way, contrary to what my last post may have implied, I really don’t drink. Which is good, because my game was bad enough as it is!)
As I’m completely wiped out now, I’m off to bed. Pictures another time!
Today prostiturtle and I are hitting some yarn stores in upstate South Carolina, then going bowling in Spartanburg with contingents of Browncoats from Charlotte, NC and Greenville, SC. Prepare to be boarded, Greenville! We’ll choke your rivers with our dead! I mean, it should be a nice friendly game!
One of the yarn stores, Yarns Forever, also sells spinning wheels. I may call ahead and see if it’d be possible to get a demo and a chance to spin. Let’s hope this isn’t the beginning of a new hobby.
Found an error in a pattern I’m knitting. It looks like it was probably just a little glitch that got introduced somewhere in the editing process – like maybe an extra line got cut out during formatting or some such. Contacted the designer, who was very nice about it. It’s a super-cute pattern, but I don’t want to say what it is since it’s going to be a gift. I’m very excited about it. I’ll post up the finished object when it’s all done.
(To the tune of the Firefly theme)
Take my shoes, take my lane,
Give me beer, I won’t complain.
Get me drunk so I can’t see,
but you can’t take my balls from me!
Okay, that went a much worse place than I thought it would, so I think I’d best stop there.
Last week a Brownie parent called me. Her daughter and another little girl had been part of a troop where the rest of the girls had aged up into Juniors, and two girls wasn’t enough for a standalone troop. She had spoken with another mom and with the co-leader, both of whom said to call me to get the okay for them to join our troop. Which I gave. We talked about cookie sales, activities, etc. for a while. When I got off the phone, it hit me that everybody said to talk to me to be sure it was okay. I AM NOT THE LEADER.
So to be sure everyone realized that we were back up and running, I drafted a “hi, parents!” letter. I sent it to the co-leader to get her input on it, since I AM NOT THE LEADER and unilaterally doing this kind of thing makes it easier for people to think that I am. Last night she wrote back and said, “sounds good! Have you thought about what we’re going to say at the meeting?”
I got home from the weekly stitch session last night just before 11pm and saw the mail. Since I was still hopped up on caffeine, I stayed up ’til midnight and wrote a freakin’ novel outlining how the meeting should probably go, what we were going to say, what materials we still needed, etc. Then I e-mailed GS HQ to ask for details on how badges are handled.
The letter looks like I’m detailing how we’re going to invade Normandy, not run a Brownie meeting. This is not the action of a mere interested mom.
Crap. I’m the freakin’ leader.
Emily brought home her handwriting workbook from school. It’s the first time in a long time they’ve had handwriting homework.
They’ve started cursive.
We’d just gotten the whole printing thing down. This isn’t going to be pretty.