Thursday, July 20, 2006
Stuff I've been meaning to blog
Yeah, some call it "Random Wednesday" but I'm a day late for that, eh? There's some stuff I've been meaning to blog but other stuff comes up and takes priority, so le's play catch-up today, mkay? To the right you see some gorgeous Stitch Markers made for me by the wonderful Stephy. On my way back from D.C., I stopped to have a quick dinner with Stephy, presumably to pick up the leftovers of her Koigu socks she had made. She was giving me the leftovers because she knew I'd been dying to get my hands on some Koigu to play with it, and had been planning to make a Dream Swatch with it. It turned out so pretty. I thank Stephy for giving me the opportunity to play with the Koigu and get a feel for it before I dug into the few skeins I took home with me from D.C. (Thank you, Trillian!) So there's that bit of knitting I've hidden away on flickr for a little while. Next up, I finished another Coffee Cozee. The first one was a bit smaller that it needed to be for the styrofoam cups here at work, so I whipped this up on Tuesday night (yes, while in a funk and drinking jager) and it fits perfectly! So, with that confidence, and my gauge noted, I went ahead and cast on for a cozee for my Nalegene Water Bottle. This things sweats all over my desk while I'm at work, and frankly I'm sick of it. So, I'm taking things into my own hands. And I'm taking a step forward with the dabbling into Fair Aisle. Check this out: The pretty: For you sickos that want to see the guts: Ok, and now onto the really random. Ripple is a soap-licker. A licker of soap. Incidentally, that stuff is some cashmere facial soap from the wonderful rosi g. Oh this stuff is wonderful to my skin. And apparently, it tastes good too. But it doesn't matter if that's cashmere soap, lava soap or ivory soap. Ripple will lick it. And he always does it when I brush my teeth. He does it other times too, but whenever I'm brushing my teeth, he's right next to me, licking soap. It's been a rough week for me. And it's slowly getting better. I was able to joke a bit about the fucknut and H.R. Fuckinstuff at my knitting group last night, but it still all hurts. In the meantime, I'll just be like my Hibiscus, and keep my chin up, skyward.