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Thanks to my technological clumsiness my computer is in the shop. I just got a call from them asking if I wanted to pay a $150 I don’t have to upgrade my hard-drive and keep my data. This of course means that all of the knitting pattern PDFs that I’ve paid for are gone. All things considered though, the total of all the patterns (around $30) doesn’t come close to the cost of keeping them, and aside from a few pictures I never look at anyway, they’re the most important things I have on my computer. Plus I guess buying new copies of the PDFs could be considered a way to support indie designers, which in my book is always a good thing. Thus it would appear that there really is always a silver lining, thank you Annie.
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One (1) Central Park Hoodie, affectionately known as CPH.
Last night I had to call the cops to lodge a noise complaint; starting at 02:30 in the morning, my neighbors were out on their balcony talking loudly and completely ignored my (very polite, all things considered) requests to keep their volume down. They didn’t even acknowledge my presence. At 04:30 I called the police. At 6:15 an officer called my cell phone, at which point I had already fallen asleep and they had already gone inside, so I had to very foolishly tell him that the complaint was no longer valid. Once I was fully awake I realized there had been a lapse of two hours between the time I’d called and the time he’d arrived, and no longer felt bad about not calling back to cancel.
Lesson learned #2:
If you’re thinking about calling the cops for a noise complaint, any time of day, do it right away. It’s the kind of call they only go to when they’re really bored, and if you wait an hour and a half and there’s already a lapse of two hours before there’s an available officer; more likely than not the offending neighbors will have already gone to bed, even if you think they might be vampires.
Lesson learned #3:
Cats don’t learn. A few days ago, Sirius was playing his favorite game of catch the blind pull, slipped, and got his foot caught in the strings. For a good 10 seconds he was dangling and cursing up a storm- I couldn’t even get close to help him. Two hours later, he was right back up there.
It’s all good though, because I have this to make up for it:
That, my friends, is five skeins of Beaverslide Dry Goods Worsted Weight in Spruce Heather. I’ve already started the armhole shaping on the backpiece of the cardigan and ordered a sixth skein of the stuff, which is heavenly. I mean, it isn’t the best quality yarn I’ve ever worked with- in fact, it’s quite frustrating, with all the splitting plies and the knots in the skein (yes. There are several knots in the skein, like there were breakages and the company was too lazy to fix it so they just tied the pieces together), but I’m willing to forgive its faults for the stunningly rustic fabric it creates. Delish.
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Finally, finally I have a bit of knitting to show you. Gretel seems like one of those patterns that everybody and their mother has knit, but this time I can see why. The pattern is one of the clearest and most detailed I’ve ever seen, versatile (you can knit a fitted, “regular”, or slouchy version), cleverly designed in the way the crown decreases are laid out, and interesting to knit. I have been eyeing this knit for a while after seeing so many cute versions in Rav and the blogosphere, so it seemed about time to make one.
The only snag I hit throughout was my own idiocy when I didn’t realize I had lost count of where I was in the pattern and was trying to knit the T3F, T3B row twice. Malabrigo has always been one of my favorite yarns; it’s warm, soft, and doesn’t itch the way most wools seem to for me. I will say that it’s hard finding a colorway I like. Polar Morn is the sort of gray seen in a cloudy February morning sky.
It’s a weird phenomenon that I’ve noticed, but it seems that the older I get, the younger I look. I promise I can provide hard evidence that I’m twenty two, but I could pass for fifteen in this photo. I suppose later on in my life I’ll be grateful, but right now it’s more of an annoyance than anything else.
I had a craving. Correction: I’ve had a craving for the last three and a half weeks, specifically for the kind of chocolate chip cookies so gooey and sweet they stick to your teeth and require a glass of milk to wash down.
I’ve been a longtime follower and now fan of 101 Cookbooks. Heidi’s recipes are vegetarian, but you can easily adjust them to your friendly neighborhood meat eaters. Her Spinach Rice Gratin got my manly man of a boyfriend devouring spinach, tofu, and Gruyere cheese, so I said to myself- if one dish could accomplish so much, what can two dozen cookies do?
Answer? They can satisfy a three week craving coming perilously close to torturing me for a whole month. These cookies are beasts of chocolate chip cookies, chock full of chocolate, sugar, and butter. They melt in your mouth. They do, quite literally, stick to your teeth. And yes, you need a glass of milk to wash it all down after.
Tomorrow they are going to work with le boyfriend to feed him and his hungry coworkers. Next time, I’ll make them some baked (rather than fried) doughnuts- can’t stop ‘em from eating them, but I can see that they eat healthier ones!
I started Laminaria a few weeks ago and am already working on the edging charts. I used Classic Elite Silky Alpaca Lace for this, and I really love this yarn. It’s truly buttery, which is a description I never really understood when in use with yarn. For the pattern itself, I found that the math was WAY off, so I totally ignored the numbers given in the pattern and just followed the charts, which definitely went a long way towards saving some remnants, such as they are, of my sanity.
On the home front, T’s new roommate L moved in while my mom was visiting over the long weekend. She seems quite nice, and more importantly, reassuringly sane. We wanted to go downtown to partake of the Metropolitan Grill’s happy hour, but thanks to the holiday they were only open at 4 for dinner, so that didn’t quite pan out. Otherwise, I’ve been enjoying my vacation, using the time to cook, cuddle with my babies and take it easy.