Well, tomorrow I go to England!

In my suitcase for the trip are:
Pomatomus Socks, because I want a challenge, and I want a sock to take pictures of while I’m there.
Sarah’s hat and
Dad’s hat… both of which are getting knit and reknit before I can be satisfied.

The Blanket of Doom is still in progress too, and progressing nicely. =D I’m excited. I might even be done by January, thus beating my year-long mark by about a month. We shall see! January might be a little exuberant.


New WIP for Christmas

This one’s for my sister. Please excuse the ridiculous look on my face… I can’t seem to help that with the webcam. >.I don’t know what I’ll call it, but it’s a Fibonacci sequence jester-thing hat that I’m decreasing twice every four rows. I’m a little worried that it will be closed up too quickly– that is, finished much too soon– but I’m going to continue as-is until I see some sort of disastrous result.

It’s pretty sweet though. =D I’m using 10 different colors/types of yarns, and alternating them in 7 stripe sizes (1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13). I could have gone up one more size (21), but I was worried there wasn’t going to be enough variation in the stripes width and color mix.

It’s free form, based on the basic tube = hat principle, with a rolled stockinette edge, and regular k2tog decreases along the back seam/color jump.

It’s supposed to be ridiculous. It’s working so far!

I also might modify my dad’s hat again, because it looks rather ridiculous as well, and that wasn’t as planned for. I don’t know. I’m going to ask him and then see.

Familial Fondness

Here’s why I love my family.

I was going to sing in Cabaret at school tonight, with my sister, with a friend of ours accompanying us. He decided he couldn’t play the guitar well enough to learn the accompaniment (understandable difficult), so we had to take ourselves off the set list.

This afternoon, I found a song that I absolutely loved and needed to learn RIGHT THEN so I could sing it. I listened to it a lot, typed up the lyrics, partially memorized it, and drove back to school. I found Adele, who runs the whole thing, and asked her if I could get back on the set list.

“No. What? No, I mean… I can’t deal with this… I need to practice, find me later.”

Fine. So I sat around and waited for her to be done, really worried that I wasn’t going to get a chance and that she would perpetuate my feelings of her as a bitch (which I think on and off… it’s a long story). But eventually I got her again and we went out into the lobby.

She said, “No, I suppose that wouldn’t be terrible, you can fit back in here…”

I said, “Great, wonderful. I mean, I have it on paper still…”

And she said, “Well, I actually feel very strongly about that; you need to have it memorized.”

Damn. Well, thought I, I think I can memorize it completely by 7:30. But I ended up telling Adele that I would probably forget it if I tried, and that I shouldn’t try.

So, disappointed and annoyed at myself, I stole out of the theatre (and avoided a friend who hoped I’d stay, I imagine, which I feel bad about) and called my mom to tell her not to come. I drove home, and then we ate pizza and watched “Art School Confidential.”

It was great. The movie wasn’t great, but the company was really nice. I really like hanging out with my family. My dad came home about 30 minutes into the movie, and we all watched it together. Afterwards, we talked about socialism and things like that. I sung them the Panda song I was going to sing at Cabaret but couldn’t (and I had it pretty much memorized too). My parents are very cool and laid-back, and at the same time very interesting, eccentric, and knowledgeable. I think they’re great. This evening made up for being disappointed earlier, and I’m not regretting not staying for the show as much.

Yeah, I love my parents.