Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
I have two projects that were seen at SNBWB, and not by the Tinley Park Group:
Thier a one-sitting angora baby hat of my own design, and my as yet half done silk Clapotis. Gotta Love the Crapotee!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Most of the cables are actually right and left two stich twists, which I can totally do. But they'll be hard.
Or I could try the RPM's:
Or maybe even this one from Blue Moon.
The place has a super duper selection of yarn. It's not so much the popular yarns, but really nice ones. Lots of exotic fibers, including the $70 buffalo yarn and tuns of silks and unusual wools. They're the only (semi) local place that carries Blue Moon Fibers. There were plenty of stashable yarns that could be kept only for petting.
The Fold also carries all kinds of supplies for spinning, which after being to the store and watching Kris, I'm thinking of taking up. I know I would make that weirdest monstrosities of glittery, shiny, and yak-y traif fibers*. I'll have to think about it before our next trip.
I was the
Maybe the coolest thing is that Froebe Fibers may have made its first connection to a distributor.
*Traif is something that is not Kosher, or fit for Jews to use or eat.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Scott and I broke up yesterday. Long story short, he promised two months ago to move from Indianapolis to Chicago. However, in that time he's really not made any progress toward moving up here. The worst thing is that the jerk hung up on me. It's not like we were having a nasty fight, he just hung up out of spite.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
The secretary answered the phone, "Village Hall, this is Jennifer."
"I want to talk to the head man." Demanded the resident.
"He's in a meeting right now. May I take a message?"
The resident wanted to talk to the Head Man to report that her washer and dryer had been stolen. Apparently, the woman's neighbors, who also "watch" her had sneaked into her house and stolen her washer and drier. Well, it turned out that they'd not only stolen the washer and dryer, but replaced it with old and crappy appliances.
She was quite angry because the police had been to her house, and she had not received satisfactory results. The drama of the unfolding story was heightened at this point because the meeting the "Head Man" let out, and he and the Police Chief, a cheerful man no more than five feet tall, walked into the office.
The Chief told us that he and his officers had responded to a call by the resident already.
"Yeah," said the Chief "I looked at the washer and dryer. Whoever replaced the washer and dryer also connected all the hoses and electricity. They even reconnected the cobwebs."
The secretary told the resident that the police had already checked out the situation and found no evidence that a crime had been committed. The resident became irate, shouting and cursing at the secretary.
"He (the Chief) is afraid of them (the neighbors), too. Because he's short."
To this the Chief replied to the secretary, "No, I had the tall men with me, and I have a gun."
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The snowstorm here in Chicago this week has been pretty bad. Usually, Chicagoans would simply give the bird to eight inches of snow and then go on our collective way, but not this time. This eight inches have been accompanied by 20-30 mph winds and cold temperatures. So the snow is drifting and blowing back on the road as fast as it can be cleared.
I was kvetching to one of my co-workers about the snow the other day, and she said her husband, a stay-at-home dad, had called and told her about how bad the roads were. My response was that I have a dune buggy with all wheel drive, and that I should be fine for driving home. She said that her husband's SUV has that, and he said "It doesn't beat sh*t." Well, I drove home last night in that nastiness, and at times was one of the only cars that could pass on some roads. I drove very carefully, and never once felt that the car was going out of control.
My Baja does in fact beat sh*t. Thank you, Subaru.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Aw... Because of my conscious avoidance of popular culture, I am perhaps the last knitter to have heard the rumor that Russell Crowe knits. I have also read that it's just that, a rumor. I am a bit in credulous, as in this picture, the man looks quite perplexed by the knitting needles and yarn he's holding. However, the possibility is enough for my fickle imaginary affections to change.
Perhaps you didn't know this about me. I harbor (formerly) secret and embarrassing crushes on actors. These crushes are much of the basis of selection for the movies I view. Scott BF seems to find this phenomenon mildly amusing, and is secure enough in my genuine love for him to let me indulge.
Friday, February 09, 2007
I finished Timmy's hat that's been in
My two week long roller coaster ride is just about over. I've actually managed to get through today without a vertigo attack and without drugs.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Today is not the Monday I ordered. In fact, it is so far off that I suspect that I have entered a completely different day from someone else's life, or perhaps a poorly delivered Monday. There is ample evidence that there has been a mistake of some sort:
- It is below zero here in "Chicago." In the Chicago were I normally live, we have plenty of foul and changing weather, but not air temperatures of -7 degrees F.
- I am nearly done with my "work day" and no one has refused my requests, made unreasonable demands, or dismissed things that I say. In fact, I am being asked for advice. Furthermore, no one is yelling. In fact, very few people seem to be here.
- I can see the top of the desk behind which I am sitting.
- Today is clearly not the beginning of a marathon that will end on Friday night. I seem to have few commitments, and am getting hints that the rest of the week will allow me to work only 40 hours this week.
- Each time I get up to move around, I experience something that feels like the fuzzy, swirly scene transitions used in sitcoms.
All of these things lead me to believe that this is not a Monday from my life, but instead a half-delivered or defective Monday. It seems that you got the general idea right, but several of the details wrong. I do not wish to cancel my subscription, which is only 1/3 used up. However, I am asking that you employ more effective quality control prior to releasing your product.
A Confused Customer