July 23, 2006
I am sorry. As I always am. It seems that whenever my life is the tiniest bit interesting, I avoid this blog like the plague. I’d go so far as to say that I forget it exists for days at a time. *sigh* I’m just not very good at this blogging thing. But still, I will try.
Who could blame me? hahaha
As we speak though, I am for once neglecting other things for blogging. (My run, for example. *grimace*) I’m supposed to be packing right now to go house sit for a couple of days. But where am I instead? That’s right. Blogging.
A girl has got to have her priorities. 🙂
My complaint of the day: wooden double point needles are bitches. THEY SUCK. Every SINGLE set I have ever owned, regardless of the care bestowed upon them, has lost one needle to breakage. F*** this. Metal is the way to go. /rant.
LISTENING TO: “Drugs or Me” – Jimmy Eat World
READING: The Wind in the Willows by K. Grahame
WATCHING: Mr. and Mrs. Smith
July 6, 2006
Okay, since I last posted, nearly a month ago, several things have transpired. I finished Keri’s socks, but forgot to take a picture of them. I have asked her to photograph them and hopefully that will be happening sometime soon. I started working on a bamboo top that I will link to later when I’m not exhausted.
The jist of things is that I have been working 48-56 hour weeks at work and am wore out. I even worked my birthday. (Woohoo for being 20!)
This was lame, but I wanted all of you to know that I am still alive and still kniting. Just way-laid from my blogging.
LISTENING TO: “This Armistice” by The Receiving End Of Sirens
READING: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
June 10, 2006
If you are not up to the time/energy/sanity that it may take to try and keep up with my thoughts, go ahead and skip right over this entry. I'm am drunk, or rapidly approaching it, and have several things to tell you since i have been neglecting this blog like a bad habit. *le sigh*
Why, you ask, am I drunk? Well, readers, that would be because I just finished working two straight weeks at my day job. Including weekends. And I am Worn. Out. Additionally, I miss my best friend in Oklahoma muchly. (I don't know how I survived my life without her. I love her immensely. She is my best friend and I hope that everyone in their life finds someone who completes them as well as Corrie completes me. In case you hadn't figured it out yet, our friendship has a tendency to nauseate others. Namely, Corrie's adorable, generous, hunky fiance. Who I have a sneaking suspicious would look wicked in hand knits. And KNOWS HOW TO KNIT AND LIKES IT. Which was totally worthy of all the caps that I just gave it.) Anyhow, she's out getting drunk/blazed tonight, and I figured that at the very least, I would get drunk with her. From 1000 miles away.
One day (not today) I will tell you about our friendship so that you can throw up into your morning coffee.
What I came here to tell you is that I have finished Keri's Sick Day Socks and also Sock One of my Parrot Juice socks. My camera is M.I.A., so I have no photos for you, but please take my word for it. When I'm not drinking and/or working my ass off, I will take photos to prove my knitterly completeness to you. Meanwhile, I've started a knit ribbed hat for my friend Barton, a hand towel for my Grandmother, and am contemplating what to knit Corrie for her impending wedding. I'm leaning towards the Honeymoon Tank both for it's usefullness, appropriateness, and the knowledge that Corrie would look killer in it. So really, the only thing holding me back is potential difficulty (which I scoff at!) as well as the yarn. So really, I've more or less decided that this is what I'm going to make and really need to get a fucking move on if I want to have it finished. This has time-consuming written all over it.
Oh readers, how I have missed you.
Today, by the way, I cut my hair. Well, by cut, I mean "shapeD". With plans to return to my natural color by putting semi-permanent hair dye over my highlights, which have gravitated to the bottom half of my hair. I am dying to return to my natural color. But the shaping/cut was sup[er cute and I'm really happy with it and can honestly say that it's the first time that I was SINCERELY happy with the haircut that I had when Ileft the salon. This girl understood what I wanted completely and did a killer job.
I wish Corrie would call now. I'm lonely. And getting progressively drunker. But not drunke nough, naturally. *Don't let my Typos fool you.*
(Those astericks, btw, were meant to be parentheses and I simply did not have the energy to go back and change them. So there you have it.)
Am contemplating another stash flash to further gloat in my recent tremendous Lorna's Laces acquisition.
READING: Pride and Prejudice
WATCHING: Hanson: Live at the Fillmore
LISTENING: "A Walk Through Hell" by Say Anything
KNITTING: handtowels, socks, etc.
May 22, 2006
This is entirely my fault. I admit it, and now I want the problem to go. away. For once, ladies, we're going to be getting into "hey, how does her real life go? does it suck as bad as her knitting?"
Usually, the answer to that question is no. It is why it still actually relaxes me to knit, even though I ALWAYS try to do patterns that are beyond my capability. It is because my life is generally smooth and bearable that I take such flagrant risks with sticks and string. This is not, dear readers, to imply that my life is always smooth sailing or that nothing ever goes wrong in my life. That would be misleading you horribly. What it means is: usually I am not blindsided, and usually it is not done by boys. So imagine, if you will, my mental state last night after realizing that I had been completely blindsided by a boy. I had been corresponding with him regularly and things were most definately moving in a… not platonic direction. And THEN my best friend found out he had a girlfriend. And she went apeshit on him (I love her). We're talking… no mercy, balls in his throat apeshit. And he starts arguing back and telling me she's a crazy bitch and all this while, I had NO idea they were arguing about him having a girlfriend. So there's a lot of me going "Huh?" and my best friend going "you son of a bitch!" and him going "your friend is a psycho!".
This is not to say he was an important fellow. He wasn't. The only important role he had in anything is that he was my best friend's fiance's best friend. And I'm not upset about the loss of whatever it was he thought he had going on. Because let's face it: as soon as he called my best friend a bitch, I was no longer interested in him. He did not have a snowball's chance in hell of ever doing anything with me ever ever at all.
So really, when I say blindsided, what I mean is: something was not what I thought it was. And though I knew Corrie and I were best friends, this had never really been put to the test. But she immediately came to my defnese and was SO loyal the whole time, because I know it would have been easier for her to say "Tasha, here's what's up. I can't really help because I don't want to cripple things between my fiance and him". But she didn't. She verbally assaulted him on every level. And then! Oh my! Then her fiance, of his own vocation, told his friend what an asshole he was and how "not cool" everything he had done was and they got into a heated arguement. This was after Corrie and I had smoothed things over with The Boy for her fiance's sake, because we didn't want him to lose a friend over something this silly.
I am going to knit her fiance everything he wants for the rest of his life. And her, too. That's how much I appreciate their loyalty. My friends are so totally kick ass.
But The Boy caused a rough spot. Because I suspected it for a little while but never called him on it or followed up on it and because I was so fascinated with how attractive he was, I ignored every bitof common sense I have ever possessed. I am not, I want you to understand, the kind of girl who is usually completely overthrown by some cute guy. That isn't me at all. This, though… Ugh. it rubs me the totally wrong way. It upsets me.
The conclusion to that story is: The Boy asked if we could still be friends, and even though I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself sideways, I said yeah (so that I wouldn't be the one to dissolve he and Corrie's Fiance's friendship.). (But I will now begin my Silent Treatment Campaign).
And in KNITTING NEWS: I have reached the heel flap of Keri's Sick Day Sock II. I only did two rows on the flap, and I did it wrong, because I was so distraught over this whole Boy Thing that I wasn't even paying attention. So now I have to tink back two rows of heel flap. Not looking forward to it, so I have pursued some… fortification, shall we say.
More word on the sock later today, probably.
EDIT: I have made it past the @#$*ing heel flap, and even past the turning of the heel. I have picked up gusset stitches and am merrily decreasing my way to madness. The sock should be done soon!
KNITTING: Keri's Sick Day Sock
LISTENING TO: "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison" – My Chemical Romance
READING:: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee
May 21, 2006
That even when you have FORBIDDEN yourself from buying more yarn until you get your stash under control, you will still buy an unreasonable amount of sock yarn.
Okay, I will now clarify. There are several things coming to my defense.
- This was an online yarn shop that was new to me. I think all knitters will back me up on this: sometimes, you just can not STOP yourself from trying out a new yarn shop. You want to see what kind of deals you can get, what their selection is, how quickly they can get the product to you, how courteous they are, etc.The yarn shop in question was Angelika's Yarn Store. Her double point needles were cheap and metal, the way I like them. And she has, hands down, the largest selection of Lorna's Laces that I've ever seen in one place. FURTHERMORE, all the colors that I wanted were available. [In retrospect, I probably should not have told you about this, as now everyone might go there and keep her in a perpetual sold-out state. I hope not. This was a tremendous find.] I will keep you posted on how the rest of this goes.
- As stated above, this is the largest selection of Lorna's Laces that I've come across, with all the colors in stock. Anyone who buys Lorna's Laces Sheperd Sock knows that this is a rare thing. Certain colorways ('Bittersweet' and 'Layette', for example) have a way of flying off the shelves. Now, I LOVE Lorna's Laces. So at ten dollars a skein, I couldn't stop myself.
- I needed another set of metal DPNs very badly, and since Size 1 seems to be what I use most often, and they are already employed in another sock, I was desperate. In fact, this was the only thing I intended to buy. And yet I walked away with 16 skeins in 8 colorways of Sheperd Sock.
The colorways were Bittersweet, Layette, Mother Lode, Mt. Creek, Purple Iris, Lucky Stripe, and two colorways that were exclusive to Angelika's – Pacific Berries and Indian Summer.
Now there's probably a special place in Knitting Hell (you know the place: too hot for knitting and stocked full with bamboo needles and novelty yarns) for me. Because I am going to go against every nice thing that every knitter has said about the Princess of Sock Yarns: Koigu. Specifically, KPPPM. I had heard countless people singing the praises of this particular yarn and so, even though it felt a little rough to the touch at the time, I bought it anyhow. You will see the sock that resulted soon enough. But let me say this: this yarn is too rough for sock yarn, for my taste. And I dislike the color transitions in the variegation. (This could REALLY be the fault, however, of the colorway that I selected. A pukey blue and pink and purple blend that was for my mother and that I loathe entirely.) If someone can prove me wrong on this KPPPM thing, I will take it back. But I don't think you're going to be able to. I wasn't impressed with Koigu. It's not exactly awful, but it wasn't worth the praises.
Lorna's Laces, however, is. Go buy it immediately.
WATCHING: The Jerk
LISTENING TO: "Temperature" by Sean Paul
KNITTING: Sock II of Keri's Sick Day Socks (these have my undivided attention right now. I want to finish them already.)
May 17, 2006
Here's a little more for you: notice how Ihaven't been posting? Yeah. Finals week was over last week. And it wasn't exactly ball-busting, let me tell you. So, really what just happened is that I posted during the weekend where I was so busy that I had to schedule bathroom breaks, and then this week, when I have more free time than I know what to do with, I haven't posted at all.
Is there some kind of award for Worst Blogger Ever? Seriously.
So what I'm doing right now is several loads of laundry, talking ont he phone with a best friend, and knitting the second sock for Keri's sick day socks. I don't really like progress photos, but when it's finished (which should be within a week) a picture will be shown.
I just wanted y'all to know that I'm still around, and if you're still reading after my vegetarianism rant, I love you. If you read, just leave a little comment and let me know your name, your blog if you have one, and a little something about yourself.
READING: Wicked by Gregory Maguire
LISTENING: "Temperature" by Sean Paul
WATCHING: CD USA
May 7, 2006
Okay, true to my word, I have brought a post with pictures. But before we get to that, I must say: does anyone else see the irony in my FINALLY coming through with the photos within the time frame that I swore I wouldn’t be posting? Really, I’m like the biggest liar ever. But a really honest one.
Right. So here are the pictures, and then there is even more posting. So if you need to go to the bathroom, and thought you’d just scan this quickly before you wet your pants, I have screwed you. Go pee now. Don’t wait. (Can you tell how often I speed-read before sprinting upstairs to the bathroom?)
These pictures, by the way, will open in a new window when you click on them.
This is a recent photo of yours truly. The last one did me NO justice.
And now that the knittery is done, I’d like to climb the stairs of my soapbox to say a short word about something near and dear to my heart: vegetarianism, and a cruelty free lifestyle. As a note, this could get long-winded and you are welcome to skip ahead. But if you do decide to do that, please at least look into vegetarianism at a page like VegSoc.Org or Peta2.
To those of you who may read my blog with anything resembling regularity (bless your hearts): this message is the most that I will ever address the issue head on here. I think. In the future, it might be mentioned in passing, but perhaps will not monopolize so much of an entry. Though vegetarianism is VERY important to me, I have a feeling that it isn’t what most of you came here for.
To the point: Go Vegetarian.
For one thing, it’s good for your health. Tremendously good for your health. It will cut down on your cholesterol, which contributes to 8 out of 10 of the leading causes of death. It will help out your digestive system – especially your colon- which has a very difficult time handling meat (especially red meat). If you’re trying to lose weight, the average vegetarian loses 27 pounds their first year of vegetarianism. (Less, if you weren’t overweight to begin with). And only 2% of vegans are obese.
Woah there. “Vegan?” You say. “What’s the diff.?”
Vegans, in addition to not eating meat, do not eat any animal byproducts. This includes dairy and eggs. They also don’t WEAR animal products, like wool and leather.
I follow a vegan diet, but don’t live a 100% vegan lifestyle simply because at the moment, I disagree with a few of their principles. Wool, for one, can be extracted without doing any harm to the sheep. If you practice conscientious consumerism, you won’t make the mistake of buying wool from a company that endorses cruelty to animals. Do a little research! It’s your money, and you should know where it is going!
So I am technically just a cruelty-free vegetarian. For now. Any vegans out there are welcome to persuade me to make the full transition (the only thing currently standing in my way is honey and wool/non-cruel animal fibers).
Some might argue that milk and eggs are okay if purchased from a local farm where it is ensured that the animals are not on hormones or treated cruelly. You are probably right, as far as ethics are concerned. But consider this: humans are the ONLY creature to drink the milk of another animal. Milk which is intended to bulk a baby calf up to 1,000 pounds within it’s first year. I, personally, don’t like weight gain. So why would I drink this? Furthermore, do you feed your cat or dog YOUR breast milk? No. Because it’s strange.
Or consider eggs. A chicken’s menstrual cycle. Literally. The sort of egg that humans eat on a regular basis is an unfertilized egg which the chicken produces. Why on EARTH would you eat menstruation? Again, the scenario of: what if it was a human’s menstruation? Lack of blood in chicken menstruation does not make this any less disgusting for me.
Even if you disagree with my milk/egg policy (which is fine, of course), there is NO reason that anyone should continue eating meat. It is cruel and absolutely unnecessary. People can most certainly satisfy their nutritional needs without eating meat.
Hopefully, after reading this, it will get a few of you thinking. Even if you aren’t sure if this is for you, please. Look into it. Do a little reading. Meet your meat. Look at the websites or check out books from your local library on vegetarianism, veganism, or meat production. End animal cruelty.
READING: Soldier by James Gibbore
LISTENING: “All These Things That I’ve Done” by The Killers
KNITTING: sock I of the Parrot Juice Socks; sock II of the Keri’s Sick Day Socks; Megan’s basketweave scarf; sock I of Mom’s Mother’s Day Socks
May 6, 2006
Okay, I have manuevered around WordPress’s flat out bitch-status regarding photo posting. With the distinct disadvantage that it’s going to be a new post for each photo. Whatever. At this point, I am just Too. Pissed. To. Care. (Henceforth, TPTC). But look at me, look at me smirking at my cleverness. I have made something work. However inefficiently.
May 3, 2006
You may notice a shortage of the Tot in the next two weeks. It is finals week at O.C.C.C. and when I'm not falling asleep into my textbooks, I will be at my job (which, miraculously, affords me HOURS of knitting time on weekends. Apparently, not many people need MRAs in the Hudson Valley on a weekend, lucky me!).
Erego, I will not be here. But I will be knitting. Pictures to come. (This time I'm serious.) I think I've even figured out the picture posting thing. So my wordpress angst is pacified.
READING: Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut
LISTENING: "Tennessee Flat Top Box" by Johnny Cash
KNITTING: sock I of the Parrot Juice Socks; sock II of the Keri's Sick Day Socks; Megan's basketweave scarf; sock I of Mom's Mother's Day Socks
WATCHING: Boondock Saints