tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216414492024-03-12T19:01:02.290-07:00implosion explosionGrad student. Knitter. Snowboard instructor. Former archaeologist. Human skeletal biology afficionado. International corporate disaster survivor. Incomplete sentence typer. Beer snob.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-90428033380759609342008-12-04T16:38:00.000-08:002008-12-04T17:21:28.286-08:00everybody plays tagI've been tagged! Oh crap!<br /><br />The rules:<br /><br /><a href="http://pixiedustandbottlerockets.blogspot.com/">Link to the person who tagged you.</a><br />Post the rules on your blog.<br />Write six random things about yourself.<br />Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.<br />Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.<br />Let the tagger know when your entry is up.<br /><br />Here are six random things about me, in the order in which they occurred to me:<br /><br />1. I have done enough of these "random things about me" memes now that I think I'm starting to repeat myself. For example, the first thing I thought of (because I currently need a shower) is how I am infamous for taking really long showers. But I know I've told the internet that particular fact before, and frankly I feel I'm too young to be boring you all with repeated accounts of the same story like somebody's grandpa talking about the war. However, because of my undying affection for Amy, who tagged me, I shall endeavour to think of five more never-seen-before random things.<br /><br />2. Oh, here's one. I have always had a freakishly large head. One-size-fits-all hats don't. When I was ordering my cap and gown for college graduation, the lady doing the head-measuring told me that the caps were running large and most girls were taking small or extra-small. Then she measured me and said, in that it's-nothing-to-be-embarrassed-about tone that people use at the doctor's office, "well, now, you would take a large or an extra-large." So imagine my confusion when trying on snowboard helmets a couple of weeks ago and discovering that I should order a women's small. It arrived today. It fits. In fact, it's a little loose side-to-side (thanks to the long-and-narrow cranium I inherited from my dad), leaving me with the terrifying, inescapable conclusion that <span style="font-style: italic;">my head is shrinking</span>.<br /><br />3. Staying in the cranial region, my hair is much thicker and has more texture at the nape than at the crown. I am actually pretty self-conscious about it because my hair is not really thin, but because it's fairly light and fine, light shines through at the hairline in a way that I think makes it look thin. And yet, whenever I get my hair cut, the stylist runs his or her hand through the back and gasps, "oh, it's so thick!" WTF, genetics?<br /><br />4. I am awesome at driving in reverse. This is because my dad, who used to race cars and dirt bikes (like, a light motorcycle, not BMX) and is a great driver, taught me to drive backwards first. I went around and around the block, which is a horseshoe loop with three blind hills, in reverse about seventy trillion times before he finally let me drive forwards. I have occasionally been tempted to use this power for evil rather than good. I am an undefeated backwards racer.<br /><br />5. I am nearly incapable of not raising my right eyebrow in pictures. It is an effort of will not to. Every official photograph I have of me features a popped right brow. My mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother all do the same thing. Neither of my sisters does.<br /><br />6. My right leg is a little longer than my left leg, just like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rivers_Cuomo">Rivers Cuomo</a>. Because of this, I have scoliosis, and my legs are visibly different, muscle-wise, because my short leg works harder than my long leg. Unlike Rivers Cuomo, I would never get my short leg surgically lengthened, even if I got a brilliant album out of it. I cultivate my weirdness.<br /><br />Okay, I think those are all relatively novel. I tag <a href="http://javajem.blogspot.com/">Jody</a>, <a href="http://lettucepieces.com/unravelme/">Madalyn</a>, <a href="http://www.wbnm.typepad.com/pomogo/">Beverly</a>, and <a href="http://insanknitty.wordpress.com/">Michelle</a>.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-47377014360182193812008-11-30T15:53:00.000-08:002008-11-30T15:55:38.148-08:00i might not be around much<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5FV1E311e4Gn5_zaTpi4NnmNfDjGVVnCQhpOtcNU7qK25Y9JHSUcSaLCfYyLWVzCBvc-q-MZBz5idw4qhPImQwPZh3p5PUzEUFlPgIlfdlCRjAsPblwe5wmxXFyHQvluwTiP/s1600-h/first+snow+weekend.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5FV1E311e4Gn5_zaTpi4NnmNfDjGVVnCQhpOtcNU7qK25Y9JHSUcSaLCfYyLWVzCBvc-q-MZBz5idw4qhPImQwPZh3p5PUzEUFlPgIlfdlCRjAsPblwe5wmxXFyHQvluwTiP/s400/first+snow+weekend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603200033809762" border="0" /></a><br />The season's begun.<br /><br />Two hour snowboard clinic in the rain = wet, cold, happy.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-21759478465891779902008-11-16T10:12:00.000-08:002008-11-16T10:26:48.653-08:00Less stupid. More awesome.Awesome: I got picked by my boss at the mountain to go to a women's snowboarding clinic in Vermont. The mountain is paying for the hotel room and everything.<br /><br />Stupid: My infuriatingly vague and pompous professor had scheduled two dates for our portfolio presentations for this hellish program I'm so glad I'm almost done with. He then decided we didn't need both and of course cancelled the one that <span style="font-style: italic;">doesn't</span> coincide with the clinic.<br /><br />Awesome: I never would've thought to ask him if I could present on a different date if I hadn't been encouraged to by my mom and another professor, but I did (after all, there's a football player in my program, and he got to miss class for practice all the time!), and he said yes!<br /><br />Stupid: Instead of just letting me present my portfolio on the other date he had originally scheduled, my professor picked a date two weeks in advance of those two original dates. So instead of a month to finish all the papers and assignments for the entire semester and prepare my portfolio, I had two weeks.<br /><br />Awesome: I am almost done with everything...<br /><br />Stupid: ...except that he keeps giving me back assignments with the recommendation that I revise them. Which I wouldn't need to do if the assignment had been sufficiently explained in the first place. AND I am working on an assignment right now that he describes in the syllabus thusly: "grading plan." Yep, that's all. I don't know what the hell that means. I've googled it and I was working on something similar to what I found, but then I got a reply to my desperate-cry-for-help email to my fellow studets, and discovered that instead of a plan directed to him, the professor, I am supposed to write a plan directed to the students and parents. The semester in a microcosm: Well, if that's what you wanted, <span style="font-style: italic;">you should have said so!</span><br /><br />And here's the capper.<br /><br />Awesome: My best friend, who lives in Dallas (and whom I've seen three times since we graduated from college in 2001), is going to be in the area right after Thanksgiving.<br /><br />Stupid: On the same damn day as the snowboarding clinic that I rearranged heaven and earth to attend.<br /><br />Oh, wait, one more.<br /><br />Awesome: The same boss that gave me this clinic opportunity also picked me for a pro form (a card with a PIN and a password that entitles you to massive discounts from the snowboard company that issued it).<br /><br />Stupid: Even though I need a new board--mine's six years old--I can't afford anything because I couldn't work this semester because I was doing this ridiculous, overrated, completely disorganized and unstructured program. (Bitter much?)Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-92184883962913806602008-11-09T14:22:00.000-08:002008-11-09T14:28:03.001-08:00yarn theory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkU-0eHN13lClapOYfla-RfyDP_lacDW80C_jSYbWv2wJQXa6e7ky0tStVfaN1X5O1raMI_RaT3oq4qgP0YWaflb78La9pfA8Rk4IY3co-2GlHPB8RgHmWWOF0kwhxsKM9ar0N/s1600-h/PICT2711.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkU-0eHN13lClapOYfla-RfyDP_lacDW80C_jSYbWv2wJQXa6e7ky0tStVfaN1X5O1raMI_RaT3oq4qgP0YWaflb78La9pfA8Rk4IY3co-2GlHPB8RgHmWWOF0kwhxsKM9ar0N/s320/PICT2711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266787785093584626" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1267">It's gonna be years before I get into that theoretical knitting stuff.</a><br /><br />I finished a sock! Woo! Now before I cast on for the other one, I'm doing a sleeve of my Plain Jane Raglan (which, just to refresh your memory, was supposed to be my Ravelympics project, back before I become obsessed with mittens). Check out my sock and my incredibly flat feet:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhme1X6mz1XCCAOQmLOzZPZaQqlGn9Ya-Vx2iFdT8p8LHKcHAxexoNGuY3eKgdGXwyCbx3D0JmmreMXVnydvgHprkD_jdSYwRzbfNIdAcUKg4EowSm4CcwBlvnJdEKpw-UPNLpY/s1600-h/PICT2707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhme1X6mz1XCCAOQmLOzZPZaQqlGn9Ya-Vx2iFdT8p8LHKcHAxexoNGuY3eKgdGXwyCbx3D0JmmreMXVnydvgHprkD_jdSYwRzbfNIdAcUKg4EowSm4CcwBlvnJdEKpw-UPNLpY/s320/PICT2707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266787638776303586" border="0" /></a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-27273429423107395042008-10-28T09:57:00.000-07:002008-10-28T11:04:06.249-07:00snow day!...and I'm giddy as a schoolgirl! Snow before Halloween! This bodes well for the coming winter-- at least I hope! Blurry cell phone pics of my drive to school:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNeniHQhAhOT2hmirkLAxhlR50BzDOfCLEsze-nVx_1WtdLHshvvNtg8CT0El2CYz0Yg_bxltrMUhnB7aS9IdcUq4mQa3BnMUafVsjqu_C1vH856tg4CA_OHrpzC4VgZcZhS4/s1600-h/snow!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNeniHQhAhOT2hmirkLAxhlR50BzDOfCLEsze-nVx_1WtdLHshvvNtg8CT0El2CYz0Yg_bxltrMUhnB7aS9IdcUq4mQa3BnMUafVsjqu_C1vH856tg4CA_OHrpzC4VgZcZhS4/s320/snow!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262258251055624034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The school parking lot--note the snowplow piles--where I ran into another teacher and discovered school had just been canceled, which explained the odd lack of buses in the other lot:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6m_lpy0aggrjjserxY1ufTYG88o8Ul2QYUTyEtXv86zkAyo_gNGjIgGQXR3iLcY1wauEfc4Dco6qbenAXtZ_Aj6-z3E_GeGTFeS83L5BpR5Yppv9GnV-ixVYA8crN0NJbHbQ/s1600-h/snow!+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6m_lpy0aggrjjserxY1ufTYG88o8Ul2QYUTyEtXv86zkAyo_gNGjIgGQXR3iLcY1wauEfc4Dco6qbenAXtZ_Aj6-z3E_GeGTFeS83L5BpR5Yppv9GnV-ixVYA8crN0NJbHbQ/s320/snow!+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262258136835243378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And a church that I passed on my way home:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TSJ867CSQupK5WKApLIgoMZqk2Qwy1BBZgs5tW14YaAKuTDJIg_43YH2A4sbQT-ZirSGNDrbqMukaAPL9ny0Sao3NuvNw5YqxyuQNQZx8uu3gYT5CSfWDl7w8-M9_RhT4xGO/s1600-h/snow!+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TSJ867CSQupK5WKApLIgoMZqk2Qwy1BBZgs5tW14YaAKuTDJIg_43YH2A4sbQT-ZirSGNDrbqMukaAPL9ny0Sao3NuvNw5YqxyuQNQZx8uu3gYT5CSfWDl7w8-M9_RhT4xGO/s320/snow!+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262258061226809554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And because we're crazy about photos here at implosion explosion today, here's my sister's Christmas mitten taking a bath. I love how you can see the reflection of the lace curtains in the surface of the water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UVIRJTbea73ZCb_x3rjezfre5KViUuTP9FteLkxjNfx1upfVtK57XI5zeZf2H8D4-FoJAeyLBecWHbtGri-z_HoiOpr-2cmOj-aVPnnwJWcphIp0j_MheOZwlovVMqFowK0d/s1600-h/PICT2694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UVIRJTbea73ZCb_x3rjezfre5KViUuTP9FteLkxjNfx1upfVtK57XI5zeZf2H8D4-FoJAeyLBecWHbtGri-z_HoiOpr-2cmOj-aVPnnwJWcphIp0j_MheOZwlovVMqFowK0d/s400/PICT2694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262250234537886754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And because we're also crazy about other people's photos, check out the Library of Congress's <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/sets/72157603671370361/">1930s-1940s in color</a> photo set. I do wish, however, that random jackholes were not enabled to put notes on them, like <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/2178345695/in/set-72157603671370361/">this one</a> for example, or <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/2179136726/">this one</a>. Why aren't assy <span style="font-style: italic;">comments</span> enough? Why mar the actual photo with an assy note?Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-62480335446942133752008-10-26T14:20:00.000-07:002008-10-26T19:10:34.919-07:00odds and ends1. Rehire meeting at the mountain yesterday. I got to see all my snowboard-instructor buddies and plot this winter's adventures (upside) and remember what a gossip factory the place is (downside). I may be going to a women's clinic in Vermont in December and taking my AASI Level 1 in New York in January. Yay! And better yet--I'm supposed to be getting a Burton pro form, with which I can order massively discounted stuff! I love my old board and its spray-paint customization (see my avatar), but it's a little stiff and I want a new, shorter, poppier one. I'll save the old one for teaching (kids are always running over your board, grr) and rocky spring days.<br /><br />2. Restarted the Herringbone mittens with some Paton's classic merino and finished the first one, with kind of a weird thumb that I refuse to fix. These will be going to my older sister for Christmas and will be the only gift I knit. (Famous last words.)<br /><br />3. I am teaching all this week--from my own lesson plans, I mean; my mentor teacher has been letting (making?) me teach since the first week of school. So I'm not too nervous, but now my professors will be coming to observe me. So that's going to be a bit tough, but then, I passed my six-month observation while teaching in Japan with flying colors even though I was nervous as hell, so hopefully this won't go too badly.<br /><br />4. And speaking of Japan, today is the anniversary of the day my company filed for bankruptcy protection. I'm not marking the day with anything special, just noting. It's satisfying to think about how far I've come. Then: miserable, directionless, angry, broke. Now: happier, directed, ...still broke. But the semester will end and the season will start, and I'll be riding (hopefully on a new board!) every day again.<br /><br />5. Dinner's ready. Gotta go.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-65551980956225200662008-10-20T19:06:00.001-07:002008-10-20T19:18:40.807-07:00finding a balanceI just ripped out the Herringbone mittens I had started because a) I screwed up and misread the thumb chart and b) I decided there was too much contrast between the white and dark blue yarns. Even though I like all the finished products in black and white and other high-contrast schemes on Ravelry. For some reason mine just looked bad. Possibly partly because my gauge was a little loose and it all looked sloppy. I don't know.<br /><br />I forced myself to take a knitting hiatus after finishing my Endpaper mitts to try to force myself to get some schoolwork done, on the theory that I can't type if I'm knitting. You know what I ending up doing? Nothing. I know it's a cliche to say that knitting is meditative, but I got nothing done for a whole weekend. I managed to bang out a really crappy conclusion to a paper and that's it. Then I started some mittens and all of a sudden, I was back on track. Thought up a really great activity for a lesson plan, thought of a couple of sources to use for a resource anthology, etc. It's so funny to have it brought home so literally--all the jokes we knitters make about knitting to stay sane, etc. Although isn't that the definition of dependence? That you can't get by without it?<br /><br />My name is Cari, and I am knit-dependent.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-55867985894056800162008-10-17T12:05:00.000-07:002008-10-17T12:12:55.204-07:00playing with my layoutI have a wide screen, so I don't know how this all looks on a normal square screen. Is the picture (of the mug/endpaper mitts) on the top right too large? Is it all out of wack? How's it lookin'?<br /><br />In other news, I have decided that, rather than taking my attention away from schoolwork, knitting helps me to concentrate. Last weekend, after I finished the bulky pom-pom hat, I made myself not knit. Instead of getting tons of work done, I got absolutely nothing done, despite my hands being free to type. I just stared slack-jawed at the laptop as I perused the internets. So now I am going to try to knit in moderation. I started these <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/herringbone-mittens-with-poms">herringbone mittens</a> (ravelink) last night and can't decide if they look totally wack (that's my word today, apparently) or not. I'll have to knit a few more rows and see, and then maybe try it with different yarns, because I think the contrast between the two colors is too great. I love all the versions I've seen on the Rav, so it must just be me.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-12897602562461743702008-10-11T09:07:00.001-07:002008-10-11T09:14:06.070-07:00note to self: chunky knits go fast. do these more.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGjjLMlQm5Cs00FBRYqFSFJH5sT0y4aiWTYfutD5X6ye4kyu7xQ5IEytu7l4MJDbrBEeJSfiwZRfLMcZljzBI_jFzQRNo_kGc82zCVr4NWhnpDtrccGcUbOq1HXW3lzuxqIWb/s1600-h/PICT2663.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGjjLMlQm5Cs00FBRYqFSFJH5sT0y4aiWTYfutD5X6ye4kyu7xQ5IEytu7l4MJDbrBEeJSfiwZRfLMcZljzBI_jFzQRNo_kGc82zCVr4NWhnpDtrccGcUbOq1HXW3lzuxqIWb/s200/PICT2663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255929004063255538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FO:</span> One-day chunky beanie, loosely based on Knittingdropout's <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/really-warm-hat">Really Warm hat</a> (ravelry link).<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yarn:</span> Cascade 128 tweed in cerulean.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Needles: </span>10 1/2 dpns, which I think they should make longer. It's pretty hard to keep all those chunky stitches on such short needles.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What I was supposed to be doing instead:</span> writing a paper on motivation, which I am ironically unmotivated to finish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQtNK0H0kBVd8-MLGgMPOB2ARCuboR4AOIoine0BRYo-oOPh2fKblTxWN9cIb7YPhBrhQMteTbrrEahJj1Z9nKHpjBD2tf6xAZB6eb0XRV-TJPHNoGoKt1rPyqcsugaBPd8XU/s1600-h/PICT2661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQtNK0H0kBVd8-MLGgMPOB2ARCuboR4AOIoine0BRYo-oOPh2fKblTxWN9cIb7YPhBrhQMteTbrrEahJj1Z9nKHpjBD2tf6xAZB6eb0XRV-TJPHNoGoKt1rPyqcsugaBPd8XU/s400/PICT2661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255928883747572162" border="0" /></a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-38513685279432487252008-10-10T07:10:00.001-07:002008-10-10T07:17:07.356-07:00"you look like woolly madonna"That's what I was told by a classmate yesterday, on account of my Endpapers. I'm taking it as a compliment.<br />I took them for a test hike last night, followed by test wine drinking.<br />Woolly Madonna strikes a pose:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BZkTr2VxZhKWDQuNvR5Uj1reDOYHAXBFym7Rr4F1jrryloJw0z0ib-AWLtgGOcPSH4VC_c2_VPZ7btzlByo1f8P15ePS8qAOCmeU5Ufq5lkg0g5vIcBwZuRyd5BqAHSaNiDy/s1600-h/woolly+madona.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BZkTr2VxZhKWDQuNvR5Uj1reDOYHAXBFym7Rr4F1jrryloJw0z0ib-AWLtgGOcPSH4VC_c2_VPZ7btzlByo1f8P15ePS8qAOCmeU5Ufq5lkg0g5vIcBwZuRyd5BqAHSaNiDy/s320/woolly+madona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255528641655327554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Woolly Madonna's hard-partying lifestyle gets the better of her:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherWh7JGBP5tLXSNqvDJmcNKqhOrSsgyMuBqMkRJYtZcJKG_kY7Syf3O3m6j6EAvssYWZonaTV34ngFVzs178n3Dc_Z9e3UBvqp3xkngV7-OMUf-Hkyex1yyiYDVT2BBiYLuTy/s1600-h/drunk+on+picnic+table.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherWh7JGBP5tLXSNqvDJmcNKqhOrSsgyMuBqMkRJYtZcJKG_kY7Syf3O3m6j6EAvssYWZonaTV34ngFVzs178n3Dc_Z9e3UBvqp3xkngV7-OMUf-Hkyex1yyiYDVT2BBiYLuTy/s320/drunk+on+picnic+table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255528534577821218" border="0" /></a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-61907577462315163342008-10-07T13:47:00.000-07:002008-10-07T13:53:27.689-07:00stick a fork in 'em<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRxWNEKyx1IHkaR3SnlSBgNIX6AgSZmxdSpUyTHvXMOqJuOWiaUbityFvv3Pa6DJxXzFCt2fepzFgTgnDRx3ket-MiWXQxcTiHarvTEaR406xB-OztRhNGsxLQ5-V_-F4ayL_/s1600-h/PICT2625.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRxWNEKyx1IHkaR3SnlSBgNIX6AgSZmxdSpUyTHvXMOqJuOWiaUbityFvv3Pa6DJxXzFCt2fepzFgTgnDRx3ket-MiWXQxcTiHarvTEaR406xB-OztRhNGsxLQ5-V_-F4ayL_/s400/PICT2625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254516731117378530" border="0" /></a>they're done. FO: <a href="http://www.eunnyjang.com/knit/2006/11/endpaper_mitts.html">Endpaper mitts</a> by the awesome, awesome Eunny Jang. The orange is Dale Baby Ull and the grey is Paton's Kroy sock yarn. The gargoyle mug is a high school graduation gift (yes, an eleven-year-old mug, having survived roughly eleventy-billion different apartments and houses) made by an art professor at the local university who's a friend of my mom's. (I should see if she has a website.) I can't wait til the second mitt dries so I can wear them EVERY DAY.<br /><br />Oh, and you guys--it's really, really hard to take a picture of your own hands when no one else is home. I had to hit the "take" button with my chin. Next camera I own will have a self-timer.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-7253951509497758922008-10-07T08:42:00.001-07:002008-10-07T11:48:56.653-07:00dammit.The skein of orange leftover from my Anemois, which I am using to make some Endpaper mitts, just ran out with only six rows of colorwork to go on the second mitt. I do have another skein, but was hoping to return it for store credit. Now I'll have an almost-full skein of orange sock yarn. Well, I'll figure something out. It will come in handy sometime.<br /><br />I dug through the many, many boxes of books and pre-digital photos in my parents' attic yesterday and found my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Great-Knitting-Motifs-Luise-Roberts/dp/1570762597/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1223394351&sr=1-1">1,000 Great Knitting Motifs</a>, and am now plotting a follow-up to the Endpapers. I'm trying to decide between a pattern that looks like a wave, bunnies, or hearts. Yeah. I'm thinking if I go with the hearts, I'm just going to be super-obnoxiously girly and use red on pink, or pink on red. Depends how much pink I have left, of course, since I'm ALMOST DONE WITH MY ENDPAPERS and ran out of orange. Dammit.<br /><br />ETA It's done and blocking! Wheeeeeee!Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-65570451897877227652008-10-03T06:20:00.000-07:002008-10-03T06:41:20.105-07:00it's mitten season<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFS_b3omGqYhYrklQmmkk9O1KTqa57DCymO7Tc57qT9gfivRJtDebcgD-mEyE2tUy1ACLEFLwNtQVyhVXKZBHA1QtrplbUweX7GAXZLL1ta-AbDLUN7iWNyNLQ-G9Ek03JautQ/s1600-h/PICT2505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFS_b3omGqYhYrklQmmkk9O1KTqa57DCymO7Tc57qT9gfivRJtDebcgD-mEyE2tUy1ACLEFLwNtQVyhVXKZBHA1QtrplbUweX7GAXZLL1ta-AbDLUN7iWNyNLQ-G9Ek03JautQ/s400/PICT2505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917663373489410" border="0" /></a><br />When I was sixteen, my cat died five days before Christmas. Around New Year's we started looking for a new cat. (I know, so soon, we're heartless etc.--but the house seemed so empty without a cat.) Multiple pet stores <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> the SPCA told us "It's not kitten season." Which we thought was ridiculous the first time, but after the fourth or fifth time, you start to doubt yourself, like maybe cat fertility is seasonal after all, and you'll just have to wait until spring or something. When the cats come out of hibernation and start pollinating. Or something. Finally my older sister bought a kitten on the spur of the moment, out of pity, from a dirty, ill-kept pet shop. She was so skinny that petting her was like playing the xylophone and she had mange and all kinds of gastrointestinal issues. She had been a Christmas kitten who'd been taken from her mother too young and given to a family with small children who didn't know how to treat a pet. So that's why it wasn't kitten season. All the kittens, regardless of age, had been sold for Christmas presents. (We named her <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_Peabody"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Amelia</span></a>, and she is now an old lady, even if she doesn't know it.)<br /><br />All that was to explain the title. Mitten season, kitten season. Yeah. Give me a break, I'm having a tough semester.<br /><br />I took my mittens and my friend Candice hiking yesterday. We took a bajillion pictures of the changing leaves, some of which actually came out, and complained about school. It was awesome.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDr7AvlxdveavIkz-Ro50WR-oZT37Frg7MdZ_UuiK7eGS-qBoNr-EO3DoT4kh3-K5nxJDDbTmPWOL95AOYXCe7-kSDh1y76rmoRDE3JwkQsAMfyqKOKo1bbtJ5IbzTbrTTkFEU/s1600-h/PICT2519.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDr7AvlxdveavIkz-Ro50WR-oZT37Frg7MdZ_UuiK7eGS-qBoNr-EO3DoT4kh3-K5nxJDDbTmPWOL95AOYXCe7-kSDh1y76rmoRDE3JwkQsAMfyqKOKo1bbtJ5IbzTbrTTkFEU/s400/PICT2519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917406197355778" border="0" /></a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-42378069487551370792008-10-02T10:19:00.000-07:002008-10-02T10:33:00.556-07:00eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!That visual squeal of excitement translates to: they're done, they're done, they're done! My Anemois are finished! I can't believe I knit something a) so complicated b) in such a short time--less than a month, even less if you subtract the two weeks in the middle when I didn't work on them at all c) during such a difficult semester d) without going insane.<br /><br />(In case you're wondering, the answer is ALL OF THE ABOVE. I rock!)<br /><br />The only problems I had were curbing my to-hell-with-the-pattern tendencies enough to make sure everything was done right, and my tension. I loosened up a lot as I got better at fair isle. The second mitten turned out MUCH bigger than the first, and floppy. You know how I hate floppy knits, so I was sad. Then I decided to try to shrink the mitten in the dryer to make it match the first, which is a little long but perfect width. This sounds like the beginning of a tale of woe, doesn't it? But it isn't!!! It actually worked! And, bonus, the mitten is now dry (hence the name "dryer") from its blocking and ready to wear when I go hiking with my friend Candice this evening! Cue <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0127723/">Preston Myers</a>: "It was like everything was falling into place... as if it were fate!"<br /><br />Naturally, my camera battery just died, so I'll leave you with this tiny snippet of an <a href="http://www.eunnyjang.com/knit/2006/11/endpaper_mitts.html">Endpaper</a> mitt, which I cast on for last night as soon as I broke the yarns at the tip of the second Anemoi thumb. (I am voracious for fair isle. Fair isle is my anti-drug. Ooh, that's good, I should've saved that for a post title.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOZ7iZHKzYeXVN_EJ3R5jjTsWBozBMtz_2-26y3_ytccpIuBpr9RvJYHYqBnxiK8ZiAuQIIFtwLKw2ODIM8AzyfFntmLeiMqAhWPS90ViONykXujxv27S_s9zxgXSbd81DE9v/s1600-h/PICT2496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOZ7iZHKzYeXVN_EJ3R5jjTsWBozBMtz_2-26y3_ytccpIuBpr9RvJYHYqBnxiK8ZiAuQIIFtwLKw2ODIM8AzyfFntmLeiMqAhWPS90ViONykXujxv27S_s9zxgXSbd81DE9v/s320/PICT2496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252610545501714738" border="0" /></a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-7117766571173032452008-10-01T16:56:00.000-07:002008-10-01T17:13:11.526-07:00the headless scarfwoman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_H0m5tDB-ACsrVsj4kf-OgwTyc_IR1rILg5OlW9uUEjgEpncqOXDn7svn-8BjYGKFZChMioEkevkfxrpkguUHHxBp7etJ9E6Utj5A6zEqyF6xBz2nxMW4WWFnrbH0JdwbAV4t/s1600-h/PICT2491.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_H0m5tDB-ACsrVsj4kf-OgwTyc_IR1rILg5OlW9uUEjgEpncqOXDn7svn-8BjYGKFZChMioEkevkfxrpkguUHHxBp7etJ9E6Utj5A6zEqyF6xBz2nxMW4WWFnrbH0JdwbAV4t/s320/PICT2491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252338756783234178" border="0" /></a>Long-belated FO post.<br />Last summer, I completed a <a href="http://www.grumperina.com/picovoligallery.htm">Tivoli</a>. Elated, I wore it to work to show off. It stretched. It stretched like a mofo. It was embarrassing to wear. I did not admit to anyone that I'd made it, and that's saying a lot, considering I usually say, "And I made it! Don't believe me? Here's where I made a mistake!" No, it looked baggy and saggy and awful. (The yarn, by the way, was <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/Shine+Sport_YD5420122.html">Knitpicks Shine sport</a>. This was my second great mishap with cotton. May it be my last, for I have learned my lesson.) So, weeping, I frogged it as I knit it in a long, skinny Clapotis. (Yes, <span style="font-style: italic;">another</span> Clapotis.) And you know what? I still don't like it. It's heavy, but yet has no substance--it's floppy and droopy and generally in need of fiber-Viagra. (This photo was preceded by significant "fluffing," as they say in show biz. And by "show biz" I mean p0rnogr@phy.) And it's slippery whereas I prefer my yarn a little more on the grabby side. I like my scarves to put up some resistance to the forces of gravity, so that they don't slide further and further into the chokehold position--not only because it's dangerous to my air supply, but because it visually shortens the neck. So unflattering. (Don't believe me? Ask Tyra Banks!)<br />And the best part? I still have half a Tivoli to frog! I should've made this wider, but I was afraid I wouldn't have enough! And here it is, long enough to wrap around twice and still fall past my waist. Maybe if I double-stranded it and knit at a pretty tight gauge, I could get it up (heh) to my desired level of sturdiness...<br /><br />In other news, my Anemois are <span style="font-style: italic;">so close</span> to being finished! I just have to close the top of the second mitten and then do the thumb. Yay! Warm, insanely-bright mittens just in time for October! And in other other news, I've decided I need to get back to bringing my camera with me everywhere. Taking the back way to school today, I crested a hill and saw the most beautiful sunrise-on-valley-fog, complete with fall foliage and whatnot, and I thought how very, very important it was to share that with my blog readers, probably with a significant portion of it blocked by my big head making a silly face.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-52735835701841642702008-09-30T14:43:00.000-07:002008-09-30T14:50:19.645-07:00new! improved! now with 75% less sinus infection!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTN6OuiyXT_S12SKeEpfLzp_F7Kl1j2Wl2wtzua24RndQZ6Pwm53dqqVXQAVralViRWgmmmdkdW1vVbSaVd0m67dtVW8PvTX_nhG0Romo_9krWnPAc7IP8ElqsiYnC7r-8dbGu/s1600-h/PICT2479.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTN6OuiyXT_S12SKeEpfLzp_F7Kl1j2Wl2wtzua24RndQZ6Pwm53dqqVXQAVralViRWgmmmdkdW1vVbSaVd0m67dtVW8PvTX_nhG0Romo_9krWnPAc7IP8ElqsiYnC7r-8dbGu/s320/PICT2479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933820480635042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60RPFAAR96DDBtXs4_PmNHXG70sxmXzdwMBpr2Y1jQci2i8k2Jsqj3QpeAqXTxQro-aM1W4BEm-xjN0fD9lA9A-Gq0mV9xY3uEEUc8BcLQ7LS3SN2v95HqDpehfrUdRe2kqHq/s1600-h/PICT2476.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60RPFAAR96DDBtXs4_PmNHXG70sxmXzdwMBpr2Y1jQci2i8k2Jsqj3QpeAqXTxQro-aM1W4BEm-xjN0fD9lA9A-Gq0mV9xY3uEEUc8BcLQ7LS3SN2v95HqDpehfrUdRe2kqHq/s320/PICT2476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933592883269922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />FO: finals socks<br />Yarn: Mama E's <a href="http://www.ceyeberfiberyarns.com/shop/">C*EYE*ber Fiber</a> in colorway Mermaids<br />Needles: size 1 dpns<br /><br />I wish the ankle/leg area were tighter on these, but there's no way I'm going back to fix them now. Next time I'll know to cast on fewer stitches.<br /><br />In other news, I was sick, but now am feeling better. This post is riveting, I know.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-60275270344533916322008-09-21T08:06:00.000-07:002008-09-21T08:23:06.947-07:00so it's just plain anemois, then?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qWNhhLG9P6uVC7SRWKkXi2K5cSUPr0fMzSbcoILwpuJk0WJMG55JB5iWAq2FJOOudOyKfglqO23IpVnhJEckEirgw3ONueJdvA_q3lnOSJnRmxwPWl5dazaQ2NgDxrRGepYZ/s1600-h/PICT2469.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qWNhhLG9P6uVC7SRWKkXi2K5cSUPr0fMzSbcoILwpuJk0WJMG55JB5iWAq2FJOOudOyKfglqO23IpVnhJEckEirgw3ONueJdvA_q3lnOSJnRmxwPWl5dazaQ2NgDxrRGepYZ/s320/PICT2469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494887130213250" border="0" /></a><br />Awww, you guys have no flava! All right then, I'll get over it and call them Anemois. I'm taking a little break from them right now though. I did the cuff of the second mitten and then decided I really need something I can knit while I read (so, not the Anemois) and something that's portable (so, not the Plain Jane raglan). No, of course I didn't make this decision while standing in a yarn store fondling delicious purple sock yarn. Why do you ask? Did Steve tell you that? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbbxA8a_M_s">Well, what kind of a rap name is Steve?<br /></a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-50159227074240668192008-09-16T09:40:00.001-07:002008-09-16T10:12:20.284-07:00a mitten, a vote, and some adviceSince apparently the Anemoi are the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anemoi">wind gods</a>, I thought it would be more appropriate for my color scheme to call these mittens... what ever the fire god(s) are called. I thought about it (i.e., I googled) and remembered (a.k.a. found on a website) that the Greek god of fire and metalworking is Hephaestus. So I uploaded some photos to flickr, all, "check out my hephaestus mittens!" and then I read <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus">the wikipedia page about him.</a> It was this part in particular: "...Athena refused a union with Hephaestus, and that when he tried to rape her she disappeared from the bed. Hephaestus ejaculated on the earth, impregnating <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaia_%28mythology%29" title="Gaia (mythology)">Gaia</a>," that gave me pause. I just don't want to name my mittens after a rapist, you know? So--<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hestia">Hestia</a> mittens? <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prometheus">Prometheus</a> mittens? <a href="http://www.coffeetimes.com/pele.htm">Pele</a> mittens? Get over it and just call 'em Anemoi mittens?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsRgckrGdB8-91V5jxJfd12pv9A7TekWr4hthYWXpw_iecHxguPBo5-yum6p_5U4oIxUP1qoW4P7s4s1IhnMXy4OKRMTRVoFtgmXEizn5r-9J0oOMzzDpPdgu-lBRs61kyEY0/s1600-h/PICT2463.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsRgckrGdB8-91V5jxJfd12pv9A7TekWr4hthYWXpw_iecHxguPBo5-yum6p_5U4oIxUP1qoW4P7s4s1IhnMXy4OKRMTRVoFtgmXEizn5r-9J0oOMzzDpPdgu-lBRs61kyEY0/s400/PICT2463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660656223364642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="margin: 5px auto; padding: 5px; display: block; width: 95%; background-color: white;"><code><script src="http://app.sgizmo.com/s/survey_js2.php?id=QTIPM85XDIW8AL91QU5427EED5B2DX-67710" type="text/javascript"></script> <noscript><a href="http://www.surveygizmo.com/s/67710/qtipm">Please take my survey</a></noscript> </code></span><br /><br /><br />And now for the advice segment of our blog post. It has been noted by many before me that drinking and stranded colorwork do not mix. However, I thought I could just have one casual lunchtime beer and keep knitting. I did keep knitting. I did <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> keep knitting according to the chart. Which, with stranded colorwork, is kind of essential. In fact, it's kind of the point. I didn't frog because a) it's my first colorwork and I like that you can <span style="font-style: italic;">see</span> the learning curve, b) I kind of just want to get them done and c) the whole thing is supposed to be stress relief for my busy semester, so I'm not going to make it more stressful by insisting that it be perfect. It's actually pretty hilarious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQGG5m3shNZYYWN6wDPA6gV-YVbu56Bl8p8_hRtK5p7JOgHIiyPYKtIvQTVK8_S8SZOhVefS0yt6DtRW2u7e-bY0hFQlmq793WovyHtFgggBuSXJK3563XfMAZJnUPwcmkdPQ/s1600-h/PICT2461+with+text,+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQGG5m3shNZYYWN6wDPA6gV-YVbu56Bl8p8_hRtK5p7JOgHIiyPYKtIvQTVK8_S8SZOhVefS0yt6DtRW2u7e-bY0hFQlmq793WovyHtFgggBuSXJK3563XfMAZJnUPwcmkdPQ/s400/PICT2461+with+text,+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660483067645522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />p.s. I've decided the aged picnic table on my parents' deck is the perfect backdrop for knitting photos. It's a neutral shade, but not boring, doesn't have to be set up (like draping a table in a beige tablecloth would, for example), it's in natural light, and it's right out the back door.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-40062683069405011632008-09-10T19:15:00.000-07:002008-09-10T19:27:51.927-07:00flickr meme, or, playing with big huge labs to avoid homework(edited to, you know, ADD THE ACTUAL PICTURE. GOD.)<br /><p>Saw this at <a href="http://myknittingandme.wordpress.com/">my knitting and me</a>, whose Deep V Argyle Vest I admired on Ravelry:</p><p>The concept:<br />a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.<br />b. Using only the first page, pick an image.c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjR8b6dzYyOa05Sph0m2yvnZtNzubLDoMENes27MlOgx_F1xYwKrTRBj9fTEEVkLGsiyUNrHum0tsno-_I7-NsciuwXpyyyFRyVCoQRxBhk-u_z6VauOiotrmMbBLiYyTt8G1/s1600-h/flickr+meme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjR8b6dzYyOa05Sph0m2yvnZtNzubLDoMENes27MlOgx_F1xYwKrTRBj9fTEEVkLGsiyUNrHum0tsno-_I7-NsciuwXpyyyFRyVCoQRxBhk-u_z6VauOiotrmMbBLiYyTt8G1/s400/flickr+meme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244583058135417906" border="0" /></a></p> <p>The Questions:<br />1. What is your first name? Cari<br />2. What is your favorite food? pizza (don't know why this photo was tagged pizza, but liked it)<br />3. What high school did you go to? Pocono Mountain<br />4. What is your favorite color? red<br />5. Who is your celebrity crush? David Benedek<br />6. Favorite drink? Yuengling (photo of cavelike area on brewery tour)<br />7. Dream vacation? Chile<br />8. Favorite dessert? cheesecake<br />9. What you want to be when you grow up? teacher<br />10. What do you love most in life? snowboarding<br />11. One Word to describe you. dreadnought<br />12. Your flickr name. safety dance<br /></p><br />Here's the links, so you can give props to the OPs (the last one is especially worth checking out, I think, since the key to the graph is cut off).<br /><br />1. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/castlephotos/2250254123/">Cari Pizzalolo</a>, 2. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/mowls/230853698/%20">Just a Perfect Day</a>, 3. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/harveer/265652475/%20">DWG - Pocono Mountains (1)</a>, 4. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sameli/254898471/%20">Autumn walk</a>, 5. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/tommietess/135887712/%20">n40106817_30265402_5986</a>, 6. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/mattartz/2117328588/%20">D. G. Yuengling & Son Brewery Tour Caves - Pottsville, PA</a>, 7. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/madrarua/653118899/%20">Lago Pehoe Panorama</a>, 8. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/naoko123/463804648/%20">cheesecake for Lianna!</a>, 9. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/monza76/508347743/%20">Teacher in environment</a>, 10. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/hamsgod/2045022890/%20">Face Shots</a>, 11. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/97141343@N00/2213282496/">Clipper Ship "Dreadnought"</a>, 12. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/noodlebs/2504654577/">Song Chart</a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-76371492350399742762008-09-09T09:06:00.000-07:002008-09-09T09:21:05.210-07:00i heart eunny jang<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj7AHG6acDxR5ZbU29_yF4HdCXHTLDp_WqocJqAMWITQJwwWEbDaQ0J37mJMr1v39WbO7yxtTGig7ZStmIR4v3ZKPSUSXe4FpwM8U3BXhyphenhyphenlsgy2qYaskId4z7-FOF3rrAA1Yb/s1600-h/PICT2425.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj7AHG6acDxR5ZbU29_yF4HdCXHTLDp_WqocJqAMWITQJwwWEbDaQ0J37mJMr1v39WbO7yxtTGig7ZStmIR4v3ZKPSUSXe4FpwM8U3BXhyphenhyphenlsgy2qYaskId4z7-FOF3rrAA1Yb/s320/PICT2425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244054041726274306" border="0" /></a>This pattern is, as I hoped, keeping me sane during this difficult semester. Just one row and I feel better. I'm about one-third of the way done, I estimate, with the first mitten, which means I'm one-sixth of the way done with the pair (relax! here at implosionexplosion, the math is done for you!).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbvPk7kwHEVSFgy855_TFBvZumPLzaHTNNjn2EIGZbrmo8nsK5bNFx9U42-thdzoc6C7P3RHmxQXsUJ7M7UjqtRm99_Rhnrnf4zfJibLTk_7jwadlMF7FqkO_J4KS29p2xONe/s1600-h/PICT2423.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbvPk7kwHEVSFgy855_TFBvZumPLzaHTNNjn2EIGZbrmo8nsK5bNFx9U42-thdzoc6C7P3RHmxQXsUJ7M7UjqtRm99_Rhnrnf4zfJibLTk_7jwadlMF7FqkO_J4KS29p2xONe/s320/PICT2423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244053853310895474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Also pictured: my new love, my <a href="http://www.skullcandy.com/">Skullcandy</a> headphones purchased in anticipation of the snowboard season (ipod earbuds tend to fall out), which will look totally awesome with the new jacket I scored a couple weeks ago for $62. Yay summer sales!<br /><br />I can't wait to finish this and walk around wearing just one mitten yelling, "HEY! I totally made this!" Because that's what I'm going to do.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-71278428068710611692008-09-05T07:18:00.001-07:002008-09-05T07:21:14.023-07:00I lied!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9QqCDYXHHqPr4JwNR6abLyK3z7qsKch4oXzkSht5ceepx5kvAEnk7Jl5t_WgqjLBZb3ZQUzDu_9VrZ6PPwEedtLWRX8ZYPI7FBR6Q4_tSKAIg0gigHFgOU2Uw-ElmwW-O7HU/s1600-h/PICT2422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9QqCDYXHHqPr4JwNR6abLyK3z7qsKch4oXzkSht5ceepx5kvAEnk7Jl5t_WgqjLBZb3ZQUzDu_9VrZ6PPwEedtLWRX8ZYPI7FBR6Q4_tSKAIg0gigHFgOU2Uw-ElmwW-O7HU/s400/PICT2422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242541684713053474" border="0" /></a><br />I'm posting again almost immediately! Here's the corrugated ribbing of my first Anemoi--so far, so good! I can't decide if this is an insane, eye-bleedingly ugly color scheme or awesome and bright and fiery. (The orange is not quite right on the screen, but the red is.) I'm just going to push onward and see how it looks when I get into the swirly pattern.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-62929417614456860562008-09-04T17:45:00.000-07:002008-09-04T18:07:05.415-07:00three knitting-related items, no pictures, very dull title1. My mom is working on prayer shawls with some other ladies from her church. While she was teaching some of them to knit, she put her own shawl down for a minute, whereupon another lady picked up it and said, "Oh, what are you working on?" and started knitting! On her project! My mom's reaction, to me: "I mean, that's like using someone else's toothbrush!" Awesome, and true.<br />2. I know I said I was tired of colors and wanted to work on something natural and brown for a while, but I have lost momentum on the Plain Jane Raglan and, in the midst of school-related frustration this afternoon, decided to knit some <a href="http://www.eunnyjang.com/knit/2006/12/anemoi_mittens.html">Anemoi mittens</a>. My theory on this is that they will drive me crazy and give me something else to focus my frustration on, so that I don't go crazy from school.<br />3. I went back to the <a href="http://implosionexplosion.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-hot-new-topic-im-all-rage.html">notorious LYS</a> that I said I wouldn't go back to. Well, I continue to be unimpressed. I was holding some Trekking XXL Pro Natura and said to the shop lady, "do you have any sock yarn--" and meant to continue "--that's less expensive, and comes in a wider variety of solid colors" but she interrupted, "that's sock yarn!" I continued with my sentence, and she pointed me over to the Dale section, which I had missed. I looked at the babyish colors of Baby Ull (well named!) and fumed for a minute, because... doesn't it say "sock yarn" right on the label? Did she think I couldn't read? I'm sure she gets lots of idiotic questions, but couldn't she let me finish?<br /><br />So yeah, next post (so... next month, or maybe next year) I should have some pictures of the almost-finished-yoke of the PJR and my nascent Anemois, which I've already ignored some instructions on--I cast on long-tail instead of tubular, because I'm a rebel!<br /><br />Oh, and I began student-teaching. Seventh grade geography, what what! On the first day of school, my mentor teacher was telling the kids what to expect this year and said we're going out to the swamp and we'll all get muddy and someone will probably fall in. Probably him, or maybe me. And this kid in the front room looks at me and says, "Wear heels."Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-27710603297669129842008-08-13T14:10:00.000-07:002008-08-13T14:25:12.482-07:00the miracle of blocking<a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"><img alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/081208/the-miracle-of-blocking.jpg" width="600" height="438" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nataliedee.com">nataliedee.com</a><br /><br />In other news, I have finished my finals socks (although I have yet to take an FO photo), and I have cast on for a sweater. And no, I still have not finished the horrible acrylic Tomten Jacket I was making for my best friend's daughter. And no, I probably never will. And no, it's not because EZ is not a genius. It is because horrible yarn is still horrible whether or not it is free, and whether or not the recipient is a small child who wouldn't know cashmere from snotty Kleenex.<br /><br />The sweater is the aforementioned copycat raglan--the Plain Jane, I'm going to call it, since I'm using no-nonsense sturdy brown Fisherman's Wool. I have to say, the FW smells fantastic. Very rustic and natural and sheep-y. It feels good, too. If you like rustic things, I mean.<br /><br />And in other other news, I somehow went to the outlet mall today, during some kind of out-of-body experience (because I would never go shopping on purpose when I'm supposed to be saving money!), and bought three sweaters. THREE sweaters. And I already own upwards of twenty sweaters. And I am knitting another. And yet, sweaters.... mmmmm. I love them. I miss them all summer. Well, I don't miss the cotton ones, because I'm too busy wearing them. But I wear one nearly every day, all winter. I mean, I'm back in the northeast now. I need sweaters! Right? It's not MY fault I live near a GAP outlet. And a J Crew outlet. And Ann Taylor and Banana Republic outlets. That, despite the fact that I live about 2 miles from my work, somehow all manage to be right there, between home and work. It's clearly my parents' fault for buying this house. So when they come home (they're out of town) and they notice the addition of two more summer sweaters to the rotation (in addition to the other, warmer sweater I bought today, and oh crap... the one I bought on a whim online yesterday in a sudden hope that I might become a turtleneck person), I'll tell them. Yes, I own HOLY CRAP I JUST COUNTED THIRTY-EIGHT SWEATERS plus the online turtleneck makes thirty-nine sweet jebus I think I have a problem.<br /><br />I'm going to go lie down with a cold compress over my eyes. Well, either a cold compress or my new hunter's-orange v-neck. Whatever.Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-53511370142559530812008-07-23T10:48:00.001-07:002008-07-23T10:53:30.630-07:00kick out the jams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo7keE5WHg73igWzgsYjeWSaEeIpuaGhWMLaiPrgkWkr9ji_uCs5Dv122ryQdcSMlYKqPZv1P_m9c4SidpkGXujB_2-vajWXtdkpvpDV6_PUmjqa9CtUsU2JUf7tMjNuwrpm1/s1600-h/PICT2350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo7keE5WHg73igWzgsYjeWSaEeIpuaGhWMLaiPrgkWkr9ji_uCs5Dv122ryQdcSMlYKqPZv1P_m9c4SidpkGXujB_2-vajWXtdkpvpDV6_PUmjqa9CtUsU2JUf7tMjNuwrpm1/s400/PICT2350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226268441690160354" border="0" /></a>People, we have strawberry jam. Repeat, we have HOMEMADE strawberry jam. Twenty-seven jars of it. Beautiful, beautiful jam.<br /><br />I was at work and didn't get to help, but my sister Katie and my mom did some serious jamification, and I will now be reaping all the benefit. PB&J every day. Awwww yeah.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaIx213kQ3OqZf8wci1WTBChr5s94XSbD0BV9HEvFDtZAeGiVyt4-dbaFRc5mC0bnG5lvNqnk1DihbtlPXHwL68KzF2r5X59gM_Anocfy4irinhT-dlrYx3PcaV_rUIJD3ZUT/s1600-h/PICT2349.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaIx213kQ3OqZf8wci1WTBChr5s94XSbD0BV9HEvFDtZAeGiVyt4-dbaFRc5mC0bnG5lvNqnk1DihbtlPXHwL68KzF2r5X59gM_Anocfy4irinhT-dlrYx3PcaV_rUIJD3ZUT/s400/PICT2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226268133698023490" border="0" /></a>Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21641449.post-939595269373236702008-07-19T15:49:00.000-07:002008-07-19T16:06:52.982-07:00indecision! help.So I went to the craft store to get the summer Interweave because I was lusting for the <a href="http://www.interweaveknits.com/galleries/bonus/summer-2008/Apres-Surf-Hoodie.asp">Apres-surf Hoodie</a> (which some people on ravelry keep hilariously insisting must be made of cotton, because wool at the beach just doesn't make sense, as if one can't decide that it's going to be one's apres-snowboard or apres-apple-picking or apres-cherry-blossom-party hoodie instead), and I ended up bringing home some plain old Lion Brand Fisherman's Wool in Nature's Brown with me. Because in addition to lace, I also am suddenly really into natural (or at least natural-looking) wool and simplicity and am craving a simple raglan that, once knit, I don't know how I ever lived without. I blame Elizabeth Zimmerman. Well, also, I must blame the yarn choices in my last two projects--my dad's Illini socks in very, very contrasting orange and navy and my finals socks in very, very bright pink and green. Good colors, lovely yarn, but damn, my eyes are <span style="font-style: italic;">tired</span>. I want some lovely natural brown.<br /><br />Anyway, I am now torn between two basic concepts for my plain jane brown sweater. Either something like Knitty's <a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEfall03/PATTbpt.html">BPT</a> (possibly with buttons instead, since I feel about zipper insertion the same way I feel about seaming, i.e., very very negatively) or something like knittingschooldropout's <a href="http://www.knittingschooldropout.com/2007/01/scottish_tweed_raglan.htm">scottish tweed raglan</a> with deep green or dark red buttons.<br /><br />Actually, the more I look at the Scottish tweed raglan, the more I remember how much I liked it when I first saw it and how I dreamed of a life we could have together. Snuggling in front of the fire, hiking in the mountains, the two of us, my sweater and me... It's love, it really is. This sweater could be the one! Time to break up with my dad's stalled Sweater of Misery so I can free up my Addis. Forward to a brighter yet more natural-colored future!Carihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536723482929768786noreply@blogger.com3