so, i’ve done pretty close to nothing this weekend. and i’m loving the doing next to nothing.
and of course, by nothing i mean, done five loads of laundry, grocery shopping, pedicure, dinner with YMCrae, looked at apartments, gone to a housewarming, badgered the cat, and knat. i’ve learned that, when one only has about 48 hours each week in which to unwind and gear up for the next onslaught, one gets pretty organized about slacking off.
and, as promised, i have pictures. woot!
so, saturday evening i finished my socks while watching young frankenstein. which was on sale at the store down the way, so it came home with me. that, and edward scissorhands, and dr strangelove. because i have a wee crush on peter sellers. anyway, finished them, blocked them… and didn’t take pictures of them. nor the tam i finished last week. my story is, they are wet and not ready for the camera. but i do have general shots of the second sock in progress.
i cannot tell you how awesome the yarn is, or how awesome the pattern is. if you’re a knitter, you need to buy the cat borhdi book. seriously. crazy good times.
i think it’s a combination of the brightness of the yarn (the tequila sunrise colorway of yarntini, which i know i’ve said a billion times, but suck it. i love the yarn. love it), the working graveyard, and the winter that made pulling this sock out of my purse a flash of summer. i would blink once or twice after exposing it to the light, thinking did i really buy something this garish?
note the rounded toe. the cat borhdi book has insturctions on several different types of toe constructions. this is a whirlpool toe. it was embarssingly fun to make.
and my secret project? she is blue.
she is… uh, malabrigo, i think. i bought the yarn, and promptly lost the tag between the shop and the car. the receipt is as useless as tits on a bull. to quote my grandfather. sorry about the flashiness of the picture. but this is the most true-to-life color shot i got of the yarn in question.
did i ever tell you i’m a very safe driver?
i mean, yes. i do take pictures while driving. and yes, i have a stick shift. so, it’s complicated. but doabe. and safer than texting while driving. which i do not do. at all. ever.
and… did i ever show you this?
i think maybe i did. deputy pork here resides in nw portland.
moving on.
so, when i was in spokane? and i neglected to take pictures of all the awesome churches? yeah. i did, however, take pictures of the coolest icicles i have ever seen.
this was right outside our hotel. i am so impressed with icicles. it’s just one of those things, like rounded toes on my socks.
i mentioned the new cat furniture?
this is ophelia, 0.02 seconds after sprinkling the organic catnip on that cardboard thingy. note the mad crazy blur as her head gets all freaky with the new scratching thinger. seriously, she is in love with it. she freaks out if i touch it. my big thing now is, i scratch the side of it, and she comes running. she jumps atop the chaise lounge there, and hunkers down. the other morning, she got whipped into such a frenzy, she attacked my hand, which was moving under the blankets. apparently, i was too close to her beloved.
and hey, guess what? she dislikes the camera.
trying to get pictures of her is like trying to catch a greased pig or something. i like the shots i’m getting, but it’s a little difficult to get her to sit. still. especially with the ‘nip issues i’m now enabling. and yeah, that’s my chin in the upperish left.
‘kitten,’ i say. ‘blogland wants to see you.’
oh, well. mr sparkles says she’s lost a bit of weight. and she has. i put her on diet cat food for about three months, and she seems to have a lot more energy now. she’s back to her regular kibble now.
school is great. despite working with one woman who is an evil bitch, i’m loving my career choice. with the one exception, the people at my clinical site are helpful, and i’m learning quite a lot. i had a woman insist on talking to the manager, because i did a really good job. she didn’t even feel me taking her blood, she said. and i only poked her once. while i was totally flattered, i didn’t see what the big deal was. she had veins bigger than a pipeline.
and, people have been asking how i’m doing the whole working-two-jobs thing. sure, i have a schedule, and i do not deviate from said schedule. of course, i have a powerful ally in my corner.
meet my coffee. i make it pretty damn strong.
and, the cafe i’m at right now? reminds me that i really should maybe own a peter gabriel album. right along with that mavis staples album i keep meaning to get.
anyway.
i feel like the papparazzi. thanks for stopping by.
