Kiss My Knits!

A day of unexpected pleasures.

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Sweet story.

I’m awful when it comes to knitting new projects for people. I always dither and take freaking forever to decide exactly what I’m going to do, and I might change my mind several times before actually doing it. So finally tonight, I realized that I had several balls of high-quality machine-washable wool in my stash in excellent colors to make masculine baby-type stuff. Great! I’ll knit a striped baby sweater with that.

I thought I knew where every scrap of yarn in my stash was, but I have completely misplaced the remnants from this:

I could just weep. How do you misplace three balls of Karabella Aurora 8? Now I’m back to being indecisive again, and making grand plans that I just don’t have time for because she goes out on leave on April 5th. They don’t ALL have to be brand new patterns; it won’t kill me to knit the same thing twice, will it? Wait, will it?

Okay, the hubby’s nearly finished bottling his beer, and the hoisin salmon is about done marinating, so I’ll go cook and curse a little and then figure something out. Maybe a little sweater out of the hand-dyed cotton chenille with a magenta heart on the chest, although my husband says, “that’s a little girly, isn’t it?”

Grr. I’m so confident usually, but trying to find exactly the right thing to make as a gift is my Achilles heel. Again, I say “grr.”

You ever get that feeling that you’ve seen somebody before, but you don’t know where?

I’ve had two clients who had measured their heads at 24+ inches tell me that their hats are just a hair looser than they’d like. My math is spot on. I’ve re-knitted one and am about to re-knit the other. From now on, I’m just not going to believe anyone who tells me they have a big noggin.

Big-headed weirdos.

Before ……………………………………………. After

Well, that’s better. I can take care of that little poky bit at the back and we’re all good! This is the most modern haircut I’ve had in 20 years. I started out alternating between hating it and loving it, but now I think I’ve settled on “really like it.” God knows it’s a damn sight better than it was when I walked in.

I walked out with a jar of Italian hair goop called Actyva Mania Glam. I’m pretty sure it contains equal parts of Gak and grape bubble gum. (By the way, making your own Gak is a fun activity for kids or bored adults.)

It turns out the new girl, who has more energy than a caffeinated Chihuahua, went to my high school. She was a sophomore there while I was a senior. So we reminisced about old times. I had forgotten the last names, and even first names, of an appalling number of folks. We were a couple of years apart, though, so probably didn’t run with the same crowd. She was apparently much more of a partyer than I was. Still, we talked about girls we’d had crushes on, and who was doing what now. I’m obviously settled and married now, and that did come up, but I think she may have thought I was a little wilder than I actually am, and maybe played a little looser with the razor as a result. Eh, I’m happy. We’ll see if it’s still holding up tomorrow.

Thanks for all the input, I’m still keeping tabs on what people are saying. Everybody does seem to love the dinosaur hat. I had a teenager in Illinois order one for himself, in fact. I packaged it up with a couple of little toy dinosaurs for him.

It seems that the first thing everybody, large or small, does when they get the hat is to put it on and start roaring and pretending to destroy things. Godzillaaaaaaa!

The strawberry hat is pretty cute, and is knit in cotton, so that could be a good warm-weather topper.

For this, , I’ve got two skeins of the wool/angora, Lorna’s Laces Angel, already on hand. That’d be just enough to make hat and booties.

I’m also contemplating now knitting a black baby sweater and putting a skull and crossbones on it. I’m in that kind of mood. Arr! You’ll never get your scurvy hands on my pirate baby booty!

My hair has calmed down some, but it still looks like a cut I had in ninth grade. Today I see the new haircut lady. This could be either be very good or very, very bad. But, as is my way, I’m keeping a happy thought.

My wrist is getting me a little bit today, but I soldier on with the knitting, as I am slipping behind. Got to get back ahead of the curve! Time and Tim-Tam guy’s hat wait for no one!

My kid’s first grade teacher is going out on leave in early April. I’m thinking I should knit something for her upcoming baby boy.

And so, I solicit your opinions!

Call me old-fashioned, but I like the first few days of Spring to be filled with flowers and sunshine, not wind and sleet. I went a mile on the treadmill this morning, because the weather was unpleasant. Fortunately, I have discovered the wonder of podcasts, and so I listened to a “best of NPR” type selection which was pleasant. I hope to check out knitcast tomorrow. Unfortunately, I think I need some noise-cancelling headphones. I’m uneasy with turning up the old earbuds that high to overcome the roar of the treadmill.

It looks like my swappee from the fibergoddaughter swap isn’t going to be able to post pics anytime soon, so here’s one item that I sent her that I thought was kind of nifty.

It’s felted soap, which is just roving wet-felted around a bar of soap. So it’s a bar of nifty soap encased in its own washcloth, basically. It lathers GREAT. If you squeeze it out between uses, it does last a nice long time. I’ve used this stuff and I love it. I may have to make myself some more soon. Heck, I make some for others, if there’s demand.

Knitted another repeat of the cable pattern on Shedir, which is looking much better to my eye now that I can see its shape emerging. I’m alternating using cable needles and not using them, just because sometimes it feels unwieldy to do some of the crosses without them. I’m happy with it so far. (, if you look closely, you’ll see that I’m using your stitch markers. Thanks again!)

I’m watching “A History of Violence,” which should be titled “A History of People Getting Parts Of Their Face Shot Off In Gory Closeup.” William Hurt hasn’t even shown up yet, and you just know he can ramp up the crazy factor by a power of ten. Good movie, don’t get me wrong, but I’m off of hamburger for a while for sure.

Jayne hats are chugging along. , you’re #2 on the list!