I have a tear in my let shoulder rotator cuff. But it rarely bothers me, unless I do something stupid. And tonight was an example of how stupidity really can be painful.
The basic lesson of the evening: When making the bed, if you have a ceiling fan, don't flip the sheet high up to open it and settle it on the bed. Because if you do, the sheet catches on the ceiling fan and wrenches the shoulder connected to the arm connected to the hand still holding the sheet. And then you have to go confess to DP that you are made of fail, and will be turning off the ceiling fan for the duration of bedmaking because you are too stupid to leave it on.
He says I need to be wrapped in bubble wrap. Sometimes I agree.
Monday, June 30, 2008
k, p, yo
I did them. I did them all. After much wailing and gnashing of teeth (by me and my many knitting instructors), I learned to purl and yarn over. One of our local knitters just seems to understand how my brain works and got me on the right track. DP swears that I changed how I knit between two weeks ago and now, but I guarantee I did not. And now I've moved into actual, real-life stitches. Go me!
Of course, I wouldn't be me if there wasn't some weirdness in my knitting. This particular project is size 17 needles with this serious thick and thin. By that I mean it goes from barely spun centimeter+ wide yarn down to fingering weight. So you can imagine that with my loosy-goosy-gauge-be-damned style and the eccentricities of the yarn, this thing looks weird. Like no-two-stitches alike weird. Like designer top model runway hairdo weird. Like I'll be damned if I can find where the purls and yarnovers are, because it all looks funky. This will be heavily blocked. I figure I can wrangle it into something that looks like a scarf, instead of hours of yarn barf. And I figure that it's a one of a kind designer hand-knit scarf. Or I'll file it under Ugh! and give everyone a good laugh.
Of course, I wouldn't be me if there wasn't some weirdness in my knitting. This particular project is size 17 needles with this serious thick and thin. By that I mean it goes from barely spun centimeter+ wide yarn down to fingering weight. So you can imagine that with my loosy-goosy-gauge-be-damned style and the eccentricities of the yarn, this thing looks weird. Like no-two-stitches alike weird. Like designer top model runway hairdo weird. Like I'll be damned if I can find where the purls and yarnovers are, because it all looks funky. This will be heavily blocked. I figure I can wrangle it into something that looks like a scarf, instead of hours of yarn barf. And I figure that it's a one of a kind designer hand-knit scarf. Or I'll file it under Ugh! and give everyone a good laugh.
Forgot This Lesson
They way it feels in the skein does not necessarily equal the way it feels worked up.
The way it feels knitted does not necessarily equal the way it feels woven.
The way it feels woven can turn a lovely scarf to a big pile of fail.
I want to block this thing, but I'm afraid it won't get any better.
Meh.
The way it feels knitted does not necessarily equal the way it feels woven.
The way it feels woven can turn a lovely scarf to a big pile of fail.
I want to block this thing, but I'm afraid it won't get any better.
Meh.
KnitAtWork
So I was deciding what to do on my lunch break, and as I was walking to Costco (needed a grape fix), I pondered hurrying up my trip so that I could cast on and maybe get a few rows in on the new scarf. Then I decided that I am subject to enough hairy eyeball looks at work, and bringing my knitting in might be too much for my coworkers, and they might get head explody. It's one thing for me to talk about knitting and weaving. It's another to sit at my desk listening to Frank Sinatra and knitting.
Now, they have seen my partner knit. And it's sort of a novelty, because they seem him knitting at concerts...and community events...and places where a knitter is a neat oddity. But having it brought in the office? I dunno. Besides, while I am out about being a fiber artist, it's one thing to have it as an abstraction, another entirely to have it right in front of them. Sort of like a lot of people feel about gayness. They say they are fine with it, but if they see two men kiss, they get all squicky. I say men specifically because no one seems to have a problem with two women kissing.
Maybe one day I'll have to get really feisty and bring in something pink and glittery and knit on breaks. Hey, if I'm going to make a spectacle of myself, I might as well go all out.
Now, they have seen my partner knit. And it's sort of a novelty, because they seem him knitting at concerts...and community events...and places where a knitter is a neat oddity. But having it brought in the office? I dunno. Besides, while I am out about being a fiber artist, it's one thing to have it as an abstraction, another entirely to have it right in front of them. Sort of like a lot of people feel about gayness. They say they are fine with it, but if they see two men kiss, they get all squicky. I say men specifically because no one seems to have a problem with two women kissing.
Maybe one day I'll have to get really feisty and bring in something pink and glittery and knit on breaks. Hey, if I'm going to make a spectacle of myself, I might as well go all out.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
It's Gone Funky
I knocked out another scarf. I'll not say how long it took because that makes the local knitters grouchy, but suffice to say it was fast. And strange. The yarn was Berroco Optik, a multi-strand, multi-fiber yanr that I double stranded with a coordinating ladder yarn. It's gorgeous blues and greens....except for the weird mohair circlets running though it. Every few inches ther are a few rows of this curly blonde mohair. The rest of it is fairly shiny, with some blobs of thick wooley fibers. It's skinny, made to be draped around a coat. But it definitely pushes the limits of odd. But someone, somewhere will love it.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Another ones in the bag
Last night was a finishing night. CSI and Swingtown provided the background for me to finish a second knitted scarf (very soft, which I cast off with only verbal help!) and a woven scarf.
I'm really, REALLY hoping that this one softens up with some good conditioner and TLC. It's all wool, a heavy worsted double stranded with a laceweight fuzzy wool with halo. Think mohair, but without the sticky.
BUT, lesson learned: Just because it feels nice in the skein does not mean it will feel nice worked up. The fuzzy wool felt good, and looked good, but in reality feels like those nylon dish scrubbies, which are great for dishwashing, not so great for clothing. Even in the yarn cake it felt ok, but woven up? ICK! I would not want this anywhere near my person. This is getting some good conditioner and a good soaking, and if that doesn't work I'll throw it in the dryer to felt and turn it into "art".
Would someone like to expain to my how wool gets wiry? Not just scratchy or coarse, but wiry. Like scraggly dog hair wiry. I'll keep you posted on whether or not I can change this Item of Torture into an Item of Lovely.
I'm really, REALLY hoping that this one softens up with some good conditioner and TLC. It's all wool, a heavy worsted double stranded with a laceweight fuzzy wool with halo. Think mohair, but without the sticky.
BUT, lesson learned: Just because it feels nice in the skein does not mean it will feel nice worked up. The fuzzy wool felt good, and looked good, but in reality feels like those nylon dish scrubbies, which are great for dishwashing, not so great for clothing. Even in the yarn cake it felt ok, but woven up? ICK! I would not want this anywhere near my person. This is getting some good conditioner and a good soaking, and if that doesn't work I'll throw it in the dryer to felt and turn it into "art".
Would someone like to expain to my how wool gets wiry? Not just scratchy or coarse, but wiry. Like scraggly dog hair wiry. I'll keep you posted on whether or not I can change this Item of Torture into an Item of Lovely.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Fuzzy?
Ok, so I have a new project on the loom, a heavy worsted wool with a fingering carry along that has a mohair-like halo, but without the mohair stickiness. Cream and pink and grey.
Problem: While the look is soft and lovely, the texture is like fuzzy plastic. I think it will be fine as soon as I wash and block it, but sadly right now it feels like cheap acrylic.
A young woman was watching what I was doing (we were at Starbucks), and I think I convinced her on-the-spot to get an Ashford Knitter's Loom, and in any case we invited her to Monday Night knitting to show her what fun it can be, bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha.
And I had to do a very painful frogging tonight. DH's Montego Bay Scarf. The pattern just hates him. It flatly refuses to work for more than a few rows before the demonic pattern begins to twist and turn yarn and randomly add and subtract stitches. He has tried it with different yarns with the same effect, so it's not that the pattern hates the yarn, it just hates him. I hated ripping it back. He had gotten so far and it looked so nice.....but now armed with a giganto yarn cake of the various colored yarn, I think he's gonna give it one more try.
Me? I think he should burn the pattern, erase it from his memory. and find a whole new use for the Giant Yarn Cake.
Problem: While the look is soft and lovely, the texture is like fuzzy plastic. I think it will be fine as soon as I wash and block it, but sadly right now it feels like cheap acrylic.
A young woman was watching what I was doing (we were at Starbucks), and I think I convinced her on-the-spot to get an Ashford Knitter's Loom, and in any case we invited her to Monday Night knitting to show her what fun it can be, bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha.
And I had to do a very painful frogging tonight. DH's Montego Bay Scarf. The pattern just hates him. It flatly refuses to work for more than a few rows before the demonic pattern begins to twist and turn yarn and randomly add and subtract stitches. He has tried it with different yarns with the same effect, so it's not that the pattern hates the yarn, it just hates him. I hated ripping it back. He had gotten so far and it looked so nice.....but now armed with a giganto yarn cake of the various colored yarn, I think he's gonna give it one more try.
Me? I think he should burn the pattern, erase it from his memory. and find a whole new use for the Giant Yarn Cake.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
How to make a man scream
1. Take out skeins of bulky wool that have been in stash for a while.
2. Rip off ball labels.
3. Begin to untie ties around skein.
4. Listen as man screams.
5. Listen to his explanation of why he is screaming, which is that he is doing it now rather than later when he will have to untangle it.
How to make same man smile?
Ask for the swift and ball winder.
2. Rip off ball labels.
3. Begin to untie ties around skein.
4. Listen as man screams.
5. Listen to his explanation of why he is screaming, which is that he is doing it now rather than later when he will have to untangle it.
How to make same man smile?
Ask for the swift and ball winder.
Cat in the Bag
Where's a camera when you need it? (In the car is the answer).
So I looked down at my loom bag a few minutes ago. It was lying on its side on the floor. With a cat 2/3 of the way in it. There was half a catbutt and a tail hanging out. I tapped the back end and the cat retreated. She usually leaves yarn alone unless it is moving, so I have no clue what she thought she was doing in there. And she left her tail out. Did she think I wouldn't see her?!
But then again, this is the weird cat, the one I have to fight for grapes. Seriously, if I am eating them, she will do everything in her kitty-powers to steal them. And if I leave the stems out, she'll chew on THEM.
So I think I need to add Turkish Wool to the list of Things the Cate Likes to eat. At leats she's front declawed, so my yarn was in no imminent danger, although I think she might have felted an inch.
So I looked down at my loom bag a few minutes ago. It was lying on its side on the floor. With a cat 2/3 of the way in it. There was half a catbutt and a tail hanging out. I tapped the back end and the cat retreated. She usually leaves yarn alone unless it is moving, so I have no clue what she thought she was doing in there. And she left her tail out. Did she think I wouldn't see her?!
But then again, this is the weird cat, the one I have to fight for grapes. Seriously, if I am eating them, she will do everything in her kitty-powers to steal them. And if I leave the stems out, she'll chew on THEM.
So I think I need to add Turkish Wool to the list of Things the Cate Likes to eat. At leats she's front declawed, so my yarn was in no imminent danger, although I think she might have felted an inch.
The Good, The Bad, and the Purl
Good: I will finish the Scarf from heck tonight and rewarp the loom. I will, I really really will. If I hadn't been seduced by the 50% racks at BN last night I would have finished.
Bad: Well, I suppose this depends on how you look at it. I took my knitting to bed last night. I needed something to shut my brain off. Knitting almost worked. DH laughed at me, which I deserved for the number of times I have derided him for knitting in bed. Plus the number of times I have laughed when his PDH (platonic DH) has visited and they have spent the day in bed together....knitting. Or sleeping. Or knitting and sleeping, not at the same time. He's also learning what it feel like to want me to do something only to have me say, "Wait, just let me finish this row."
The Purl: DH figured out how I can purl, or do a purl -ike stitch that will create stockingette. Squeeeeeeee! If this works, wonky american continental backwards knitters like me will fall and worship at his feet.
Must...finish...scarf....
Bad: Well, I suppose this depends on how you look at it. I took my knitting to bed last night. I needed something to shut my brain off. Knitting almost worked. DH laughed at me, which I deserved for the number of times I have derided him for knitting in bed. Plus the number of times I have laughed when his PDH (platonic DH) has visited and they have spent the day in bed together....knitting. Or sleeping. Or knitting and sleeping, not at the same time. He's also learning what it feel like to want me to do something only to have me say, "Wait, just let me finish this row."
The Purl: DH figured out how I can purl, or do a purl -ike stitch that will create stockingette. Squeeeeeeee! If this works, wonky american continental backwards knitters like me will fall and worship at his feet.
Must...finish...scarf....
Monday, June 23, 2008
Nearly done
Ok, so if I hadn't taken time tonight to peruse the bargain books at BN, I would've finished The Scarf. It's so close. So so close. I intend to finish it tomorrow night and rewarp the loom with a swap scarf that hopefully will not drive me crazy.
And speaking of crazy-making, one of tonight's knitters had a kniting disaster, and put away her WIP. At that point, she noticed my yarns (the roughly 9 I am working with on this scarf) were well on their way to becoming a big mound of yarn barf. Bless her, she unscrambled and rewrapped most of it, so the leftovers will be used or go neatly into my scrap-and-blob bag.
I am making progress, tho. My yarns for The Scarf are all in one bag. My knitting WIP is neatly rolled and wrapped around its needles. My loom tools are in their bag. My shuttles are in their pocket, as are my scissors. I cleaned out my bag over the weekend, and after extracting a dozen or more ball bands, four ties, one water bottle, assorted paper scraps, four pieces of newspaper, three yarn scraps, two partial balls from gosh-knows-when, my camera, and a piece of wood I intend to use as a pick-up stick, my bag became a much happier place for my loom and WIPs to live.
I predicts the happy organization of the bag lasts two weeks. That's about as long as I can keep anything neat and organized.
And speaking of crazy-making, one of tonight's knitters had a kniting disaster, and put away her WIP. At that point, she noticed my yarns (the roughly 9 I am working with on this scarf) were well on their way to becoming a big mound of yarn barf. Bless her, she unscrambled and rewrapped most of it, so the leftovers will be used or go neatly into my scrap-and-blob bag.
I am making progress, tho. My yarns for The Scarf are all in one bag. My knitting WIP is neatly rolled and wrapped around its needles. My loom tools are in their bag. My shuttles are in their pocket, as are my scissors. I cleaned out my bag over the weekend, and after extracting a dozen or more ball bands, four ties, one water bottle, assorted paper scraps, four pieces of newspaper, three yarn scraps, two partial balls from gosh-knows-when, my camera, and a piece of wood I intend to use as a pick-up stick, my bag became a much happier place for my loom and WIPs to live.
I predicts the happy organization of the bag lasts two weeks. That's about as long as I can keep anything neat and organized.
Thrift Score!
So on my lunch today, I decided to get lunch from a local natural foods place which just happens to be right next to a Downtown Rescue Mission Thrift Store. I go in there occasionally, and today thought, "Hmmm, wonder if they have any knitting stuff?"
I emerged with 9 skeins of Crystal Palace Mikado Ribbon (lemonade and key lime colorways) and 10 skeins of Plymouth Wildflower DK (48 54 57 58 colorways). All matching dyelots. Plus 8 greeting cards, three white canvas painting boards, and a green storage basket.
For $41.
Yeah, I rock.
I emerged with 9 skeins of Crystal Palace Mikado Ribbon (lemonade and key lime colorways) and 10 skeins of Plymouth Wildflower DK (48 54 57 58 colorways). All matching dyelots. Plus 8 greeting cards, three white canvas painting boards, and a green storage basket.
For $41.
Yeah, I rock.
A Most Excellent Adventure
George Carlin, aka Cardinal Glick, aka Rufus, aka The Book of the Road Hitchhiker, has gone to the big comedy club in the sky.
Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as we enjoyed riding with you.
Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as we enjoyed riding with you.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Bachelor Stash
I admire organized stasher. Even more I envy people with attractively organized stashes, or at least neatly concealed stashes.
DP and I have been together for over four years, and living together for more than three of those. And being two gay men, you'd think we would have attractive and tastefully decorated home, with objets d'art and coordinated paintings on the wall. Well, you'd be soooo wrong.
It's not that we lack the decorating gene. It's just that our current furnishings are Early Modern Garage Sale. This is not a joke. Several of our tables come from garage sales or FOSOR (found on side of road). Grandmother's quilts are cleverly masquerading as sofa covers. Dining room chairs don't match, and we only have four, so we have to seat dinner guests creatively. Well, you get the picture.
Which brings me to the craft space, which would make most of you cry. Most of our wire shelving was FOSOR. We store yarn in the zipper bags comforters and curtains come in, and sometimes in tied shut garbage bags and LYS bags. My yarn is near a window. And while Martha Stewart would whip up some chintz curtains to conceal the masses of semi-sorted-by-color yarns and protect them from the sunlight, I am not Martha Stewart. My yarn is protected by two clean towels deemed too ratty for personal use, and a couple of old t-shirts destined to become DP's quilt. Because these are sitting on aforementioned plastic bags, they have to be carefully draped and tucked in so as not to slip I am very good at this. It takes a special talent to turn old worn towels into yarn drapes. Yeah. For serious.
DP and I have been together for over four years, and living together for more than three of those. And being two gay men, you'd think we would have attractive and tastefully decorated home, with objets d'art and coordinated paintings on the wall. Well, you'd be soooo wrong.
It's not that we lack the decorating gene. It's just that our current furnishings are Early Modern Garage Sale. This is not a joke. Several of our tables come from garage sales or FOSOR (found on side of road). Grandmother's quilts are cleverly masquerading as sofa covers. Dining room chairs don't match, and we only have four, so we have to seat dinner guests creatively. Well, you get the picture.
Which brings me to the craft space, which would make most of you cry. Most of our wire shelving was FOSOR. We store yarn in the zipper bags comforters and curtains come in, and sometimes in tied shut garbage bags and LYS bags. My yarn is near a window. And while Martha Stewart would whip up some chintz curtains to conceal the masses of semi-sorted-by-color yarns and protect them from the sunlight, I am not Martha Stewart. My yarn is protected by two clean towels deemed too ratty for personal use, and a couple of old t-shirts destined to become DP's quilt. Because these are sitting on aforementioned plastic bags, they have to be carefully draped and tucked in so as not to slip I am very good at this. It takes a special talent to turn old worn towels into yarn drapes. Yeah. For serious.
Boredom sets in...
I want this scarf to be done. Ok, I just started it last night, and I've only invested about 6 hours in it. And it's a freeform scarf with a lot of lovely rich jewel tone yarns and colors. And I should love it. But I've become bored with it. This rarely happens, partly because I love colorwork, and partly because these projects go so darn fast.
I've decided it's because of a combination of factors.
1. I've been doing quicky projects with worsted-or-heavier yarn, and this scarf is heavy on the sockweight, which takes longer and is much more fiddley. Slow=bored.
2. There are only so many ways to combine the colors, and I'm trying not to be repetitive. Repetitive+slow small yarn=really bored.
3. I'm nearly out of the most exciting yarn in the scarf. No Nashua Sitar+repetitive+slow small yarn = really really bored.
4. I was focusing so intently on it to tune out MIL who was getting under my skin that I was over concentrating, and anything I have to closely concentrate on for a long period of time makes me crazy. ADHD+out of yarn+repetitive+slow=me very nearly tying the thing off two feet short of its goal and shipping it somewhere on the first available postal truck.
Now, I unwrapped it and looked at it and it is gorgeous. I don't have that much more to do. I can finish this. Really I can. Tomorrow night at SnB. And probably still finish my 2nd WWKIP scarf. But this is one of the few times I wish some little fairy would come visit in the middle of the night and finish this blasted thing for me.
I've decided it's because of a combination of factors.
1. I've been doing quicky projects with worsted-or-heavier yarn, and this scarf is heavy on the sockweight, which takes longer and is much more fiddley. Slow=bored.
2. There are only so many ways to combine the colors, and I'm trying not to be repetitive. Repetitive+slow small yarn=really bored.
3. I'm nearly out of the most exciting yarn in the scarf. No Nashua Sitar+repetitive+slow small yarn = really really bored.
4. I was focusing so intently on it to tune out MIL who was getting under my skin that I was over concentrating, and anything I have to closely concentrate on for a long period of time makes me crazy. ADHD+out of yarn+repetitive+slow=me very nearly tying the thing off two feet short of its goal and shipping it somewhere on the first available postal truck.
Now, I unwrapped it and looked at it and it is gorgeous. I don't have that much more to do. I can finish this. Really I can. Tomorrow night at SnB. And probably still finish my 2nd WWKIP scarf. But this is one of the few times I wish some little fairy would come visit in the middle of the night and finish this blasted thing for me.
Picnic anyone?
So I went to my GF's annual company picnic with her yesterday (while DP (Dear Partner) sat at home on the sofa and talked ALL DAY to his platonic DH, who lives on the West Coast). I found myself more then once thinking, "Gee, I wish I'd brought my knitting." I'm sure she was thinking the same thing. The facility really was made for kids to play in, although at 5'4" I was able to climb into a wooden John Deere and pose for a picture. But seriously, I could've spent the 30 minutes we were waiting for lunch knitting.
Now, just so's you know what a big deal this is, let me tell you that I technically learned to knit over two years ago, and spent most of the intervening time proclaiming loudly how much I hated knitting--too complicated, required too much thought, took too long. In those two years, I completed exactly ONE project....a 6"x6" sqaure that I felted.
Fast forward to WWKIP Day. I told my local knitters that I would actually bring needles and yarn with me and knit for this event. DH\P was skeptical, questioning whether or not I would be throwing those needles at anyone. This was not an out-of-line question, as I have thrown my needles on the ground in frustration many times. I decided to go easy...bulky yarn and big (15) needles. And I cast on seven stitches. And I knit. And knit. And about 3 hours later, had a very respectable 4' skinny scarf. And a new addiction. I had to go to a local craft store for weaving project supplies, and decided I needed another bulky skein so I could continue to KIP at a gay pride event and a mall. Found a cheap skein of blue and pink.
Now, if you ever want to get the weird eyeball from people, spend an hour as a short, skinny guy with big gauged piercings and a visible tattoo knitting with pink-and-blue yarn stashed in his cargo shorts pocket in a local shopping mall. That was me. Oh yeah, and I was in Alabama.
See, I've been wanting a craft that is more portable than my loom. I love love love my Ashford 16" Rigid Heddle Knitter's Loom, but it's not real convenient for walking around with or doing in a line or waiting room. Crochet just baffles me, and I am too cheap to buy the little Weavette loom I want. So I'm actually very excited about finally liking knitting.
And bonus: it gives me something to do with my single skeins I bought before realizing that 75 yards doesn't go very far on a port-a-loom.
Now, just so's you know what a big deal this is, let me tell you that I technically learned to knit over two years ago, and spent most of the intervening time proclaiming loudly how much I hated knitting--too complicated, required too much thought, took too long. In those two years, I completed exactly ONE project....a 6"x6" sqaure that I felted.
Fast forward to WWKIP Day. I told my local knitters that I would actually bring needles and yarn with me and knit for this event. DH\P was skeptical, questioning whether or not I would be throwing those needles at anyone. This was not an out-of-line question, as I have thrown my needles on the ground in frustration many times. I decided to go easy...bulky yarn and big (15) needles. And I cast on seven stitches. And I knit. And knit. And about 3 hours later, had a very respectable 4' skinny scarf. And a new addiction. I had to go to a local craft store for weaving project supplies, and decided I needed another bulky skein so I could continue to KIP at a gay pride event and a mall. Found a cheap skein of blue and pink.
Now, if you ever want to get the weird eyeball from people, spend an hour as a short, skinny guy with big gauged piercings and a visible tattoo knitting with pink-and-blue yarn stashed in his cargo shorts pocket in a local shopping mall. That was me. Oh yeah, and I was in Alabama.
See, I've been wanting a craft that is more portable than my loom. I love love love my Ashford 16" Rigid Heddle Knitter's Loom, but it's not real convenient for walking around with or doing in a line or waiting room. Crochet just baffles me, and I am too cheap to buy the little Weavette loom I want. So I'm actually very excited about finally liking knitting.
And bonus: it gives me something to do with my single skeins I bought before realizing that 75 yards doesn't go very far on a port-a-loom.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Gave in
There are lots of fiber-related things I'd like to post to Ravelry, but can't find a place for, so I broke down and got a blog.
The genesis of this was a comment I made tonight, whilst looking at an accessory for my laptop. Said accessory (a skin that looks like my disheveled bookshelves) is $29.95. I pondered it a moment, then said, "29.95. That's a lot of yarn." Yes, I have begun valueing things by their value in yarn. I decided I needed to post this, but to where....
Blogger, that's where.
And so begins the continuing adventures of an avid weaver, a sort-of knitter, and a wanna-be crocheter who just can't get the hang of it.
The genesis of this was a comment I made tonight, whilst looking at an accessory for my laptop. Said accessory (a skin that looks like my disheveled bookshelves) is $29.95. I pondered it a moment, then said, "29.95. That's a lot of yarn." Yes, I have begun valueing things by their value in yarn. I decided I needed to post this, but to where....
Blogger, that's where.
And so begins the continuing adventures of an avid weaver, a sort-of knitter, and a wanna-be crocheter who just can't get the hang of it.
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