Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Oh, the wonderful memories...

Today's entry is going to be a blatant exploitation of my first doggie.
Her name is Pandora and she's a Hairless Chinese Crested. If you're not familiar with the breed, don't feel bad...most people aren't. I get comments ranging from "What the hell is that?" all the way to "Oh my god, you should take her to the vet. It looks like she's got a disease or something." But, nevertheless, she's as precious as all get least when she's not ripping up the sweaters that I knit for her. She's the one who dared eat the abalone button right off of her cowprint jacket...'twas a shame too, as that was my first attempt at intarsia.

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She was just a mere youngin' here, at 6 months. This was the first thing that I made for her that she didn't fight me to get out of. It's more of a wrap type jacket, with buttons and bands and such. The body, as you can tell, is Fluff. As soon as I save up for some more both doggies are getting fur coats.

And here we are at our first Christmas together. Note how we're both wearing handmade sweaters:-) Now, I thought that I was being inventive and unique in designing this sweater...the first people sized thing that I designed. But imagine my ire when, while walking past Kenneth Cole, I should see a sweater with the exact same pattern going on: a twisted stitch braid on a reverse stockinette background. I was pissed to the highest point of pisstivity!!!! But then, there's her little red chenille sweater with the little legs. She looked so adorable...until the day after Christmas, when I found the little bugger on the floor with the sweater chewing off the legs. So, needless to say, that was the last time I went through the trouble of giving her legs.

Skipping to the present...

The seamy seamless underbelly of society. Once again, this is her second sweater where I decided to go through the trouble of intarsia. On this one, the seams are at the sides, as opposed to the center. I had some Uridium Manos left over from a sweater that I wanted to do and since it went pretty well with the purple that I had just picked up, I decided to put the two to use. The original plan was for a chenille sweater in purple and chartreuse...but the chartreuse grew legs and walked away. This is a close approximation of what it would have looked like. However, if I did stick with the chenille yarn, I would have never done such an interesting/semi-complicated back.

It wasn't so much that it was difficult, but the cabled intarsia did get a little bit boring after a while.

Now, in all of this, I only have one regret. Well...make that two regrets. The first regret is that I didn't have a dog the destroyed sweaters. The second regret is that I wish that I would have actually written some of these patterns down. Of course there are MANY more pictures, being the proud doggie parent that I am. But Pandora just doesn't like wearing them...or she just won't sit still long enough for a picture to be taken.

But here's a picture that was taken today, just before I took both doggies out in the snow. As you can see, Coco isn't wearing a hand knit garment. Does this mean that I love her any less? No. However, it does mean that I'd be damned if I let some expensive Adrienne Vittadini get mussed up in the snow.

Pandora's sweater, on the other hand, is wool with a Fluff border. Here's a detail of the back. The motif came from, of course, Viking Patterns for Knitting by Elsebeth Lavold...AKA The Book That Got Away.

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

It has been brought to my attention...Part Deux

Thanks to Shetha and the following link that she sent me the lovely Cursor has been removed. It was cute while it lasted, but so was Bonzi Buddy. May the cute little ball of yarn and needles rest in piece. A moment of silence please...okay that's enough. Talk amonst yourselves.

It has been brought to my attention...

It has been brought to my attention that when one loads my website the software from Comet Cursor is automatically downloaded onto one's hard drive. Now, if that ain't a blip and a half!!! Whatever happened to the li'l pop-up window that asked if one wanted to download software to view a particular site. So, I'm conducting a Drop me a line either through the comments, or via email to let me know what you think of this -- what I would call -- a blatant invasion of privacy and misappropriation of hard drive space. I admit, it is a cute cursor worthy of a Knitknut...but... *hands on hip and tapping foot with admonishing look on face*

Monday, January 27, 2003

My Not-so-London-Beanie

Well, there you have it folks. Don't look a damn thing like what I intended. But it's warm as hell, which was a bit help these last few days, when we in the Northeast (look, if it's above the Mason-Dixie line, it's Northeast) were struggling just to get above 22 degrees. Now, imagine if you will, that the color was burgundy instead of the lovely shades which FINALLY showed up nicely in the picture. I ask you, imagine once again that the reservoir tip (pardon the misusage...but my mind is always in the gutter) was a long yellow tassel. Put those two images together, and what do we have? A fez. But I've got a big head, and by the time I get that bastard over my massive cranum, it almost looks like a beanie. As you can see, there is already some stretchage going on. It's amazing how something knit on yarn thinner than DK and with the same amount of stitches fits looser than something knit with a combination that leans towards bulky. Cast on 72 sts...increase to 80...yadda yadda. But in the ribbing I made a as usually, rip and re-knit in the other direction. But this time, in addition to making it longer, I also added in a twisted stitch for every other rib. But the twisted stitches aren't so much an issue...remind me never to cast off at the edge of a hat. And to think, I was going to actually add an I-cord brim. And now you know why I-cord is short for idiot-cord. But it does leave a nice little dent pattern in my forehead. LoL
Here's the before pic:

Thursday, January 23, 2003

Okay, I've been a bit of a bad blogger lately. I mean...can you

Variations on a Theme

Anywho, I fell in love with the most amazing yarns. Now, anyone who's been following the plot lines knows that I have a thing for hair-looking yarns. Well, I was at my LYS yesterday and found a yarn called Mountain Mohair and another called Sylvan Spirit. They're both from the yarnerie (sounds better than yarn whorehouse) of Green Mountain Spinnery. The Mountain Mohair, which is a nice heavy worsted kinda sorta pushing it's way toward bulky-ish (4 1/2 sts/inch on #7...or 3 1/2 sts/inch on #10.5), is in Raven. The Sylvan Spirit, which is a DK type of weight (5 - 6 sts/inch on #4 - #6), is in Moonshadow. Well, I wound both of those skeins together and almost had an orgasm. Don't act shocked. You know you've had orgasmic feelings in your LYS before. The resulting color was something along the lines of nicely aged pewter...or those nice distinguished dark grey wigs you've seen in perukeries (I'm in a word inventing mood today). Well, anywho, I started knitting...or rather reknitting another London Beanie. The only difference is that this time I'm using contrasting stitches unstead of contrasting colors. Unfortunately, the picture quality doesn't show the color or stitch definition too well. But it is, as the French say, tres diggable.

Toothpicks and Dental Floss

The next thing worthy of mention is the vest that I'm working on with Peruvian Tweed. Now, it's not necessarily a thin thin yarn, but it's thinner that I'd usually work with, and the needles (#7), although not thin thin toothpicks are also thinner than I'd usually work with. So, for the record, a Toothpick is any needle thinner than 5.00mm, and Dental Floss is any yarn thinner than Manos. But I just love the way that damn thing drapes!!! The fabric so far seems nice and light...something that I can wear in the spring or on a nice cool summer evening. Although, considering the toothpicketiness, and the dental-flossified classifications, this one might want to end up in the fall line. Now, for the contest. Can any of you guess where I 'stole' this pattern from? Granted, this contest is like Joe Millionaire, where if you win there ain't a single damn prize to be had. But interaction is always nice:-)

And Speaking of Orgasms...

Stitches East, so I've been told is going to be in Atlantic City this year. This may be old news to many of you, but I haven't bought Knitter's Magazine in a while (nothing really set my antennas a-twittering), so -- pardon the pun -- I'm a bit out of the loop. Now my original plan was to save up $3000 and rent a UHaul truck (18-wheeler of course) and head over to Valley Forge. But now, the savings plan has gone up to $5000 and two rolls of quarters. I look at it this way: In Atlantic City, so long as you are gambling, you're drinks are free!!! So, I sit at the One Armed Bandit for a li'l bit, toss back a few martini's (stirred, not Aunt Mame says shaking bruises the gin and one olive because they take up so much room in such a small glass), and then visit the various vendors. Of course, by now I've gone through a considerable amount of quarters and so much of my $5000 that I'll need a few more drinks. So, I visit what at this point shall be referred to the 'One Armed Backstabbing Good for Nothing CENSORED', toss back a few more martinis (just to keep me in cheerful spirits...once again, pardon the poor pun), and revisit a few more vendors. Now, having one quarter left, I head back to the 'One CENSORED Armed Backstabbing CENSORED Good for CENSORED Nothing CENSORED' drink a chaser (something no more than 60 proof), and head back to the vendors and start begging for loans. Whose bright idea was the Atlantic City thing any CENSORED way????

Saturday, January 18, 2003

Joke of the Day


They were alone in the house. It was a cold, dark stormy night. The storm had
come up quickly and each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.

She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance and wished that
he would take her in his arm, comfort her, protect her from the storm, she
wanted that ... then the power went out.

She screamed.

He raced to the sofa where she was cowering. He did not hesitate to pull her
into his arms. He knew this was a forbidden union and expected her to pull
back. He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him. The
storm raged on ... as did their growing passion and there came a moment when
each knew that they had to be together. They knew it was wrong, their
families would not understand, but ....

So consumed in their passion they didn't hear the door or the click of the
light switch ... the power was back on ....... click here

Friday, January 17, 2003

Nothing gets the morning started like a double shot of sambuca in your coffee. You know, I had reverted back to drinking my coffee straight for a while, but the addition of a second dog to the household just makes me want to appreciate the importance of how a little 'sauce' can get a morning off on the right foot.
Being in such a chipper mood this morning, I took the doggies out for a little carry in the snow. I go through all the effort of handknitting them wonderful sweaters, and like a good doggie parent try to avoid the patches of salt, but of course, first one steps in salt and then the other, so they had to be carried home...craddled in my arms like little babies. How cute they are!!!
But we got home, I washed their little paws, sat them on my lap and picked up my alpaca and *ghasp* size 5 needles and began knitting. What am I making? Damned if I know, but I only have enough yarn for a vest (leave it up to me to always buy the last of a certain yarn that isn't enough for a sweater). I figure that by the time I finish the ribbing (Kitchener cast-on of course) I should have figured out what the yarn wants to be.
Just wondering...did anyone catch Regis and Kelly this morning? Briefly, the topic of discussion was knitting. I only ask this because I'm in love with the Aran that Regis was passing off as one of his finished garments...except for the center panel. Being halfway between my second cup of coffee (it takes three before all systems are go) and my own knitting project I didn't get as close of a look as I would have liked. But I can improvise...might be lopsided, but...I'll just say it's cutting edge and innovative!!!

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

The topic of today’s entry: Favorite Yarns
I’m a size queen, and will go to a chunky yarn before anything else. But the funny thing is, my favorite yarn really isn’t all that chunky. It’s the Manos. The colors are amazing, albeit inconsistent due to the nature of kettle dying, and it’s a yarn that I find amazingly fun to work with. I remember when I went to my LYS and saw a kilo of black Manos sitting on the shelf, I commented to myself on how much they look like locs. It’s amazing how I can look at a loced individual, such as India.Arie, and think to myself Manos.
But then again, what is yarn but twisted sheep hair (or alpaca, or camel, or dog, or human, or mo…yes, I’m still insisting that mohair comes from a mo). Also, fitting into the Manos category is the Colinette Five Point. It has that same loced texture, the only difference being it’s a chunkier yarn, the colors are mind boggling, and it’s a hell of a lot more expensive. Actually, at one point in time (for about five minutes actually) I was thinking about getting a skein of Five Point in Jamboree (can you get any more offensively brighter?) and taking it to my loctician and have them work that into a few of my loclets.
Next in line of favorites would have to be Fluff. I made my first dog jacket in Fluff (that would be the Phyllis Diller Jacket). Surprisingly, I didn’t have any problems with finding where the stitches were. If it wasn’t so damn expensive I’d knit with it more. However, I’m thinking about mixing it with some other yarn and making the bald dog her first mink (but I suspect that poodle might want one as well).
Last on my list of favorite yarns is Koigu. I haven’t worked with it yet, as it requires small needles (another thing that I avoid like the plague). But the colors sure are nice, see Joe’s Koigu cross-stitch scarf.
So that’s it for the favorite yarns.
On one of the way too many knitting email lists that I belong to I got a link to an article about a high school that has a knitting club. The great thing about the club is that 20 of its 30 members are boys. I just thought that I’d post the link to the article: Move over Grandma here comes the boys. Although, from a grammatical standpoint, the title should read Move over Grandma*insert comma* here COME*get rid of the ‘s’ since boys is plural* the boys.

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

I am conducting my first official poll (as opposed to a pole, to which I'm no stranger).
To rip, or not to rip: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the minds of knitters to suffer the slings of outragious reknitting...
I'm about to start on the back of my infamous aran (you know, the gray one in that itchy Candide...which I bought the last of and ran out). Now, if you've been keeping up to pace, I taught myself the Kitchener cast on just recently. As that does form a neater cast-on edge I'm contemplating starting the back with the K cast-on and then for the front, insert a needle a few rows up, rip everything below, and graft on a new K cast-on hem. Since there are the only two ribs hems (the front and back) that don't start or end with a stockinette roll, it's not so much work. Or I could just pick up some stitches and slap on a roll. You know, it would be a hell of a lot easier if I would have just stuck to the pattern and didn't avoid this technique like the plague. But that would actually make sense, and god forbid...
Any suggestions?

Sunday, January 12, 2003

Finally, something knit-worthy to talk about!!!
A few years ago, just after I started knitting, I was shopping at the mall and saw the loveliest sweater. Actually, it wasn't all that great, but it was RED and on the sale rack for $14.00. So I snatched it up and bought it. I enjoyed the sweater, but as it was a scratchy wool turtleneck (that barely fit) I only got a few wears out of it. Over the years, being a cheap machine made mass produced item, it began to fall apart (actually just one little part where a stitch came undone at the seam and laddered all the way down). It broke my little heart...but I soon go over it. So, yesterday, whilst wasting away on my death bed, I started to undo the sweater. Who would have ever thunk that undoing the seams on a sweater could be such a mixed bag? It seems that if I grabbed the thread at the right end that I could just pull it out; but I didn't find this out until the very last seam. But fortunately, where the thread didn't want to pull or come undone too easily, as it was dyed a darker shade of red, snipping without fear was quite easy. So there I lay, with a neck, a front, a back, and two sleeves. Last night, before my arm gave out on me, I ripped the entire front and neck. So now I have one skein laying on the table and another big ol' thing of wound up yarn wrapped around the ladder. So, after I get everything all done, I've just got to wash it, hang it, swift it, and toss that yarn on the machine and make myself another red sweater. But this time, I'm going to do a crew neck. Never actually thought that I could knit myself a sweater with yarn bought for $14.00, although I might have to buy a little more yarn so as to make everything properly oversized.
Also, I finally blocked my swatches for the aran that I'm designing. It's...well..I like the stitches that I came up with, but I'm still pissed that my Viking Patterns for Knitting book grew legs and absconded. But it looks like I'm going to have to try and fashion another panel as I don't think that it's going to be wide enough. But I'll worry about that when I get there. Meanwhile, I also spent the day working on Kitchener cast on. For the life of me (what little there is left) I can't figure out why I avoided this technique like the plague. First of all, I spend half the time doing that annoying long tail cast on, and then once the piece is finished, the edge is a whole lot neater for a 1x1 rib. Meanwhile, I spent all of these three years doing the long tail cast on for 1x1 rib (although I hardly every did the 1x1 rib...way too time consuming)
Meanwhile, back on the ranch...
The current aran still sits half put together on my chair. My Candide hasn't arrived yet, or at least I don't check my messages regularly enough to know if it has arrived, so I only have two sleeves and a front assembled. I also, sewed on the second sleeve yesterday. You know, the less and less that I knit scarves the more and more I like sewing seams. Previously, my method was to knit and attach as I go, so as to make it seem like less seams have to be sewn after the garment it blocked. Works just fine for me, so long as I'm still able to fool myself into believing that there are less seams. That's not too difficult of a task...after all, I really ain't all that bright!
Nevertheless, I did finally use up the last of the Vittadini in my stash on a dog jacket (like I said, I'm a typical dog expense is too great...well, almost no was stash yarn). It's a cute little jacket, and it fits that maladjusted demon of a poodle perfectly! (she's only been here a week and is exhibiting codependent and antisocial behaviors...I'm gonna have to break her FAST) And I also took some stash chenille (a yarn that I just love...but hate to work with) and made the maladjusted one a cow print jacket. Came out nice, actually better than I thought that it would since I free handed the pattern. But next, as her name IS Coco, I'm going to have to make her a signature Chanel jacket. But she's got to EARN that one.
Okay, off to take some more decongestant and sit and watch the colors swirl.

Friday, January 10, 2003

Due to the lack of anything significant to say about knitting -- aside from the fact that I'm still knitting swatches for my aran and I'm almost sick of dog sweaters -- I will be silent for yet another day. In the meantime, I'm going to leave you with this funny little email that I got (as I haven't finished writing up the second 100 Things About Me list):

100 Reasons to be Gay

1. You truly don't care who Julia Roberts is sleeping with.
2. You understand the difference between 43 brands of imported vodka.
3. You can call anyone "honey" including pets.
4. You know someone who definitely was in the emergency room with Richard Gere and the gerbil.
5. You understand the immense importance of good lighting.
6. You can be at a crowded disco the size of two football fields and still spot a toupee.
7. You can tell a woman you love her bathing suit, and truly mean her bathing suit.
8. You can explain the nuances between steady date, boyfriend and lover.
9. You really have "been there, done that."
10. Your women friends will tell you everything you want to know about their boyfriends. And that means everything.
11. You're the only type of male who gets to say "fabulous."
12. You can have naked pictures of men you don't know in your home.
13. You can have naked men you don't know in your home.
14. You know how to handle the telephone like a Stradivarius.
15. You understand why the good Lord invented spandex.
16. You understand why the good Lord didn't intend everyone to wear it.
17. You know how to get back at just about everyone. And have.
18. You know that the most important part of a party's decor is the catering staff.
19. You only wear polyester when you mean to.
20. You can smile to let someone know you can't stand them.
21. You can freeze a troll from 20 feet away.
22. You're good pals with women other people can't stand.
23. You've always got an opinion.
24. You've read the book, seen the movie, done the musical.
25. You know how to dress strategically.
26. Your car has an amusing female name.
27. You're the only one at your high school reunion who looks a lot better than you did in high school.
28. You've got at least one framed picture of a pet.
29. If your mattress could talk, it would be Joan Rivers.
30. You know that sex complicates things. So?
31. You know that being called a "cheap slut" isn't actually an insult.
32. There's a married guy somewhere who is terrified of you.
33. Nobody tells you what to do in bed...unless you tell them what to tell you.
34. You have a medicine chest stocked for any occasion.
35. You have at least one movie musical on video.
36. You're not embarrassed to sing in a piano bar.
37. You're embarrassed by people who sing in piano bars.
38. You never hold a grudge for longer than a decade or two.
39. You know how to make an entrance.
40. You know when to make an exit.
41. You worry about people you don't even know - like Liza Minnelli.
42. You choose the most fabulous greeting cards.
43. You know how to program your VCR.
44. You've got sunscreen at every conceivable SPF level.
45. You have a cologne display worthy of Bloomingdales.
46. You understand, viscerally, Joan Crawford.
47. Some of your best friends are your ex lovers.
48. You know when to play dumb.
49. You know what to do for a hangover.
50. Yes, you do have a condom.
51. You've called someone "girlfriend" who is neither a girl nor a friend.
52. One or more of the following apply to you:
a) You adore Judy Garland
b) You hate Judy Garland
c) You hate people who adore Judy Garland.
d) You hate people who hate Judy Garland.
e) You don't give a damn about Judy Garland.
f) Who is Judy Garland?
53. You can supply the last names to the following list:
a) Bernadette
b) Chita
c) Barbra
54. You made Donna Summer a star.
55. You made Donna Summer a has-been.
56. Tanning salons were invented for you.
57. You've made sunbathing a performance art.
58. You know when the party's over.
59. You know where to go after the party's over.
60. You're fearless about fighting the elements, especially gravity.
61. When you hear "a stitch in time saves nine" you think of
a) Your grandma
b) Your face lift
c) John Wayne Bobbit
62. You know that pigs and bears are not necessarily rural wildlife.
63. Your roommate can be your roommate and not your "roommate."
64. You know that referring to someone as "a real lady" isn't necessarily a compliment.
65. Your favorite dinner accessory may also be your dinner companion.
66. If your cat is a female, you swear it's a lesbian.
67. If your cat is a male, you swear it's a lesbian.
68. You sing along heartily with songs that make most females cringe, like "Stand by your man".
69. You've been to a bris, a barmitzvah, a christening, a first communion and too many weddings and you have a carefully considered evaluation of the food after each.
70. You'll never have to hear your mother complain about your wife.
71. A two-seater convertible seems perfectly practical to you.
72. You have a favorite Disney character and it's usually a nasty one.
73. You've left someone totally speechless.
74. You've shaved something other than your face.
75. All your friends do not have to "get along".
76. You have large collection of anniversary pictures. They may be with different guys, however.
77. Your love handles are actually used as such.
78. When someone turns his back on you, you actually consider it an opportunity.
79. You've got a large assortment of movie-star biographies.
80. You've got the most interesting coffee table books.
81. You know where to find a meat rack and it ain't in your kitchen drawer.
82. You have a sexual persuasion with its own flag.
83. At some moment in your life you've envisioned having back-up girls.
84. You know your enemies.
85. After a workout at the gym, you feel like a new man. And he's right there in the shower.
86 You're Barbra Streisand's biggest fan.
87. You know that Barbra Streisand's biggest fan is Barbra Streisand.
88 Not only have you added spice to your life - sometimes you've added side dishes.
89. You know that "small talk" can be about spirituality or politics, and "important issues" can be about hair.
90. You've actually lived out some of your fantasies.
91. Unlike most straight women, you have no problem being treated solely as a sex object.
92. You have no doubts about the accuracy of the Kinsey Report.
93. You know, by heart, every line in:
a) All about Eve
b) The Rocky Horror Picture Show
c) Your face
94. You are ALWAYS ready for your close-up.
95. You have 412 ways to tell someone to get lost. 136 are non-verbal.
96. You can lip-sync to at least one Supreme's song.
97. You have a carefully selected Yiddish vocabulary.
98. Even if you're in Kansas, you're not in Kansas anymore.
99. You know exactly how many martinis it takes.
100. When throwing a party, you know how to put out quite a spread. Sometimes after the party too.

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

100 Things About Me

1 My Name is Antonio
2 I'm a Libra (October 3rd)
3 I was born in Philadelphia
4 I'm a countertenor (a guy who sings high)
5 I played the viola for 7 years
6 I was rejected from Juilliard twice (for viola)
7 I loathe music theory
8 I have two dogs (a poodle and a hairless chinese crested)
9 Cats do not like me
10 I am a self-professed bitch
11 I have a soft, cuddly, sentimental side
12 I live the life of a cloistered nun (but without so much prayer)
13 I have loclets (baby dred locs)
14 One of my eyes has a tiny spot of grey in it
15 I have MANY MANY insecurities
16 My favorite color is green
17 My favorite cuisine is Italian
18 I don't date Italian men
19 I try not to bite my tongue
20 I'm a sentient artiste :-)
21 I have an evil streak
22 I am Bette Davis, Joan Crawford, and Rosalind Russell out of drag
23 My favorite crystal is rose quartz
24 I love scented candles (duh, I'm gay!!)
25 My favorite cologne is Curve
26 My drink of choice is a vodka martini, stirred, straight up, with ONE olive
27 I'm addicted to coffee
28 I have ADD
29 Some mornings I NEED to put a little Sambuca in my coffee
30 Autumn is my favorite season
31 I hate how commercial Christmas has become
32 I'm the "friend" of everyone I've ever been "interested" in
33 I've only completely lost myself in love once
34 My middle initial is H
35 I daydream quite often
36 "Bite me" is one of my favorite phrases
37 I have a tendency to sometimes talk too much
38 My favorite opera is Rossini's Armida
39 I have a penchant for obscure baroque music
40 I can be classified as a typical dog person
41 I love overpriced yarns
42 My favorite beer is corona
43 I'm an only child
44 My favorite soda is Mountain Dew
45 I have two left feet both going in opposite directions
46 I'm ridiculously picky when it comes to men
47 On average, I have three dates a year
48 I love Microsoft Access, although I barely understand it
49 I possess a liver made of steel
50 What's Opera Doc? is my favorite Looney Toon
51 I'd rather live in NYC
52 David Daniels, Renee Fleming, Beverly Sills, and the INIMITABLE Maria Callas are my favorite singers
53 I have a weakness for cheesecake
54 I have horrible skin
55 I hate crowds
56 My first job was at a Warner Brothers Studio Store
57 I had a 'thing' for one of my managers at the WBSS
58 My favorite European city that I have visited is Vienna
59 The only souvenir I brought back from Jordan was a bong
60 I've never done 'drugs'
61 I smoked nutmeg once
62 I've only had one hangover
63 I fall in love too easily (and with the wrong people)
64 I like to bake
65 I prefer my steak medium rare
66 I argued with my doctor because he said that I'm an inch taller than I will admit to
67 I almost asked a cop for $20 after he searched me (I fit 'the description' a lot)
68 I love writing letters with fountain pens on good paper, sealed with wax
69 I'm old-fashioned
70 I spent one summer trying to get back to my natural blonde
71 Sometimes I stop mid-sentence and forget what I was saying
72 I'm TERRIBLE with names (but I never forget a handsome face)
73 I'm an insomniac
74 I love flavored seltzer water
75 When friends get pregnant I get their cravings
76 I predicted correctly that Ms. Cleo wasn't Jamaican
77 I have three decks of tarot cards
78 Pinky and the Brain are my favorite cartoon characters
79 I say 'thingamagigit' 'whatchamacallit' 'thingamabob' and 'whatsawhosit' a lot
80 I'm impatient
81 I'm the world’s biggest organized slob
82 Depression is my favorite pastime and melancholy is my favorite word LoL
83 My room smells like Tide, vanilla, and teak
84 I've got more layers than lasagna
85 I would like to own a full-length fur coat
86 I hardly ever listen to the radio
87 Only one person gave me roses
88 I prefer silver to gold, and platinum is better than anything
89 I used to be a Philadelphia Orchestra groupie
90 Tendonitis ruined my career as a violist
91 I'm not too fond of children
92 I have a weakness for men with green eyes
93 I'm amazed that I have 93 things to say about myself
94 I love taking long walks by myself
95 My coffee mug is 32 oz
96 I haven't bought a pair of sneakers in 4 years
97 I have a coffee pot in my room
98 I'm almost never without my Clié
99 All of my shoes are black
100 I'm a few pounds skinnier than I'd like to be

Monday, January 06, 2003

Ah, the wonderful world of intarsia...stitching in all them ends is a bitch!! So, that is how I shall be spending the remainder of my afternoon. Then I'm going out to heal myself with a small martini. But fortunately it's a li'l teeny tiny jacket for an itsy bitsy toy poodle (hence the small martini). And you all know what dog jackets mean...NO SEAMS TO SEW!!! Woohoo!!! Just pick up some stitches and knit some bands, add in three buttonholes and I'm done. Now, to find the buttons. At least this dog doesn't seem like the kind that will swallow seashell buttons whole. LoL

Sunday, January 05, 2003

Ritorno vincitor! (just in case you didn't know, that's an aria from Aida...the Verdi one)
So I'm back after a brief absence. But I've been, as the French say, tres busy. If you've been keeping up with the storyline of this soap opera that I call my life, I was in the process of designing a sweater. Friday and Saturday I was going back and forth on the train to NYC, so since I had 4 (count em: four) 2.5 hour rides a head of me I decided to swatch. I'm not sure what it is, but knitting on the train is the only way the I'll get to keep the seats next to me vacant...and anyone who rides NJT from Trenton to NYC knows how crowded it can get the closer you get to the city. Yet, despite the vacant seat, people still chose to stand. I doubt that it's because I'm a male knitter ... when I used to catch the train to work in Chestnut Hill I'd see another male knitter that I know waiting for his train knitting and talking to whomever was sitting or standing next to him. Maybe I give off that 'these aren't just for knitting' look. Anywho, on Friday I made one swatch and on Saturday I made the same swatch but with a slight variation. Once I get it blocked I'll post pictures.
I'm using what has fast become my favorite irregular yarn to work with: Manos. Anyone who has used Manos knows that one kilo better be all that you need for a project unless you -- like a good little knitter -- alternate skeins every couple of rows. You buy three skeins of R and realize that you need one more, that last section of your project might look like you used a totally different yarn...time to break out the kool-aid. In the aran that I'm designing, I'm using a nice chocolaty, coffee-like brown (G - Coffee) and a buff, caffe au latte-esque tan (30 - Silica). If I do everything right, it might look right. *fingers crossed*

Also, more news from the home front, I got a new doggie yesterday. She's the most adorable little white toy poodle. Unfortunately, the current bitch in-residence (no not Hairless Chinese Crested) scared her and she spent her first three hours here hiding under a chair. I'll give them a month...or two...or three, four, five, or six to get acclimated to each other. Once she's a little less stressed, I'll take a picture of her and post it for you all to see. Currently, being an adopted dog, her name is Angel. But I'm thinking about changing it...Coco Chanel, Courvoisier VSOP, Moet, Bijoux, Aradia, or (plain and simple) Cashmere are at the top of my list. But she's such a cutie...but the bows in her hair had to go!!!!

Thursday, January 02, 2003

At officially 5:55am this morning I finished my first...well...sock?

This is a BIG milestone for me, as I have a general even stronger word: I detestfully loathe dpns. As far as I'm concerned, they're just useful little weapons disguised as knitting needles. Always handy when someone comments "ooh, you could knit me a pair!" you can easily jab them with that one available needle before you begin working the stitches from the next needle. In any event, I finished my first object knitted from a sock pattern.
It looks absolutely nothing like a sock, but that wasn't the point. I grabbed my Big Book of Knitting off the shelf and familiarized myself with the process for making a sock. I did a few rounds of the cuff, then the heel and turn, then gusset, and then the toe. And now I have a black hat for doggie to wear. Now that I've familiarized myself with the parts of a sock and how a sock is actually knitted I can go to my yarn shop and pick up some Regia or Koigu (aren't those just lovely yarns!!!) or some Rowan 4-ply and knit a pair of socks that someone can actually wear. But due to my proclivity for big needles and chunky yarns (yes, I'm an admitted size queen) I'll probably get some Rowan Big Wool and knit some nice warm winter socks!

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Happy 2003

The following are my New Years resolutions for 2003:
1) Be a nicer brand of bitch
2) Express myself in a nicer bitchier manner
3) Finish 4 knitting projects
4) Bitch about the knitting projects that I don't finish
5) Learn to use double pointed weapons of battle
6) Actually follow a knitting patter exactly for once
7) Fall in love *sigh*
8) Try not to bitch when the relationship goes awry
9) Get a drivers license
10) Learn to drive with knitting and slightly 'spirited'

and finally...
11) Knit those Christmas gifts from 2001...oops