Waaa! It's Not Fair!
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Why is it that I cannot find a pattern for the things I wish to knit? And why is it that today, when I was at the freaking library; I forgot to pick up a stitch guide book? And why is it that I had to fall down, which is likely to make the 2 block walk to the library nearly impossible? Aaaargh!
(It's my blog and I'll rant if I want to, rant if I want to, rant if I want to.... You would rant too, if it happened to you.)

I want a shetland shawl pattern that's deliciously complex. One with at least 5 distinct lace patterns, and one that isn't this or this. They are both fine patterns, but they're everywhere. I want to knit something rare. Also, I'd like something a bit more complex. Neither of those patterns are meant for the superfine wool I have. (sigh)
The other thing I want to knit is a wizard hat, that I can then felt. However, I can't find any hat patterns that have a wide enough brim; and I don't know enough about the mathematics of increasing to know when to increase to achieve the desired result. Um, and I'm too lazy to knit up a dozen variations and felt them. Besides, wool ain't cheap.
Anyway, there's my rant du jour.

I Fell Down
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I hate it when that happens. I hate it even more when I lose my footing because of a cat toy. What I hate most of all is that after the (undoubtedly humorous) "trying to regain my balance" dance, I crash to the concrete floor of the basement, taking 90% of my weight on my left kneecap.

I *love*, however; that I didn't break anything.

I probably looked pretty ridiculous scootching up the stairs on my butt, lifting with my good leg, and flailing around a handful of printer paper for balance. The printed sheets being the reason I was in the basement in the first place.

I don't bruise easily, and I slathered comfrey oil on all the OWies; but If I develop anything spectacular, I promise I'll photograph it for your enjoyment. :)

Bear Shorts
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I can fit into my polar bear shorts! (actually a pair of small men's flannel boxers with polar bears all over them)I'm really happy about that, 'cause I love those shorts.
Yes, I know I'm 36 years old and should wear something a bit more mature. But seriously, wouldn't you wear fuzzy bears on your butt?
Hrm. Maybe it's just me. :)

I also got to step on Amy's scale (not owning one myself), and it registered 126. It took 15 years, but I have finally achieved pre-pregnancy weight. Hey! That means I can fit in my wedding dress!

wow.

Ta-Dah!
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*I* knit these! ME! All by myself! I even modified the pattern that I found at Knitty.com. I added an interior pocket to hold herbs, rocks, little dolls... whatever.
I made them for a pair of girls who are having a coming of age (mooning?) ceremony. I hope the designer, MK, doesn't mind.
:)

Um. The Hubby-Man pointed out that some of you might wonder what the hell they are.
They're wombs. Complete with cervix and fallopian tubes.
'Cause I'm a freak.
A very proud freak.

Help! Oh Please Help!
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I bought 3 1/2 lbs of wool on ebay. It was supposed to be sport weight, but it's not. It's semi-stiff, semi-hairy, one ply wool; and it's ultra thin. In places, it's as thin as one of my hairs. The thickest sections (where the sheep fleece is spliced together) are less than half the thickness of lace-weight. On average, the "yarn" is the thickness of two human hairs.

I've found numerous patterns for cobweb-weight shetland shawls, but the recommended needle sizes seem HUGE for this super fine wool. I've knitted up a few swatches on 2.5mm or 3mm needles, and it doesn't look right.

So, if any of my readers are knitters... or know knitters... please...
Do I invest 6 months in a shetland shawl on these needles? Or do I buy 1.5mm needles and invest 6 months with them?
I've never completed a lace project in wool. I don't know squat about how blocking makes it all work out. Every one says "trust the pattern", but it's hard, you know?

That Book.

I turned all the pages at the end. The bio, notes on artwork, who did the cover art... I kept thinking, "There has to be a note or something at the end... There has to be."
There wasn't.

If your copy has a little note from J. K. Rowling, let me know, ok?

There's A Whole Lotta Book Thieving Going On
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Yesterday, our postal carrier delivered the latest HP book with a smile. She wished us happy reading and went on to deliver joy to other families. I handed the box to L, who tore it open and slid out the green hardbound book.
He sat with it in his hands, examining every bit of art on the front and back covers. Then he opened it and read the insert. I knew he was doing this to drive me crazy, and I didn't rise to the bait.
I expected him at any second to rush off to his room, cackling madly, book in hand.

Instead the little shit set it aside, saying, "I don't want to read it just yet. My favorite TV show is coming on soon."
He was baiting me.
I decided I could bait him too.
See, he thinks I'll start reading the book, then be willing to read it aloud.
So the book sat between us on the sofa; neither of us touching it.
Until the Hubby-Man entered the room. He asked, "You taking a break?"
We both said, "no." Stubbornly.
Hubby-Man said, "Yoink!" and ran off to the bedroom, book in hand, cackling madly.
I followed him, then stood within his range of vision, looking outraged. The second he put the book down, I swiped it.
Mad cackling ensued.

As a result, every chapter or so, the book would pass hands. None of us have finished it yet. Each of us has our own bookmark stuck between the pages.
It's pretty funny.

And The Hubby-Man Rocks My World
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Last night we both laughed over forgetting our anniversary, and went back to watching anime.
Today, I came home from a friend's house to a dozen perfect red roses. Just sitting in a vase in the kitchen, waiting for me.
Isn't he wonderful?

I Love My City
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I found a new blog. Brick City is so worthy of my sidebar. If you live here, if you love here, go visit there. I get the impression that Built is as enthralled with St. Louis as I am.

What Do I Need A Calendar For?
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I ask you. Really.

Because I have a calendar hanging on the wall, and another tacked to the refrigerator; and I never look at either of them. If I had, I might have noticed that

today is my 15th wedding anniversary.

The hubby-man and I both felt pretty sheepish when my cousin called to wish us a happy anniversary. In unison, we said, "Is that today?"
(shaking head)

I'm truly a goofball.