fiberjinx

After I’m done ripping my hair out. See Starsky after three Indiana Jones movies and Desperate Housewives?

See how she makes pretty twists and turns?

See how I’m not getting row gauge?

Trust me, it’s not. Don’t know how either, since I freakin swatched.

I just have to remind myself that frogging means more knitting. And knitting is what I’m trying to do here. Right? We like to knit.

Excuse me while I beat my head against the wall. Repeatedly.

I have flowers.They are neat.

Continuing the theme. New twist on an old favorite.

Flower petals!

Believe them when they say it should be blocked.
Do not question the authority of large groups of knitters.

I’m so freakin worn out. I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when september ends.
Which isn’t all that far away, you know. One more week and then it’s time to start planning holiday things for holiday events with holiday cheer. The rest of the year will sweep by too, what with days off of work and such. My coworker tells me to wait till I’m older. He says Christmas was just yesterday to him. Christmas, 2004.
I decided that Hubs and I are making a turkey on Thanksgiving. I can’t wait.
Anyway, away I was this weekend attending the final wedding to ever be held at scenic Stonewall Manor in NC.
It was a beautiful place, even if there were swarms of mosquitos eagerly awaiting us victims guests to sit down and present a meal for them. Some members of the wedding party got bored, particularly during the two points where some American Idol reject sang for us.

Others were too enthralled with each other to acknowledge that there were tiny creatures attempting to drain them of their precious lifegiving blood.

As they should be, right?
The cake was yum. All seven of them.

I entertained myself by photographing the structure after the people started threatening me with bodily harm. These walls? Hand painted.

I’m just sayin.
Even if that was a hobby of mine. I’d be insane when I was done. Try doing this on four walls of a fifty square foot room.

Anyhow, the clapotis was finished in time to come with me. I know the world needs another blogger showing off a clappy like it needs to fall into a black hole and implode, but you’re a captive audience and damn it, I made it.

So there. I’m hungry for lace now.
I’ve learned blocking is an amazing art I have no control over. This thing turned out to be five feet long from the wadded up piece of india shaped land it was. Amazing.
Oh, here’s a torrent for you.
And we came home to find one of the cats being uncontrollably adorable, as per usual.
Not much else going on, I’ve been mostly treadling while watching old reruns of horrible television shows when I have ten minutes to sit down and relax. I did get to talking with a nice lady about weaving at the wedding. Such an interesting hobby that is. I learned I can use handspun in it. I should have Hubs measure the back room for a loom.
No, just kidding. Although if Haz ever comes back from the desert, we might be in trouble.

Another weekend down, and this upcoming one isn’t shaping up to be less entertaining. Lots to do to prepare for this, but most importantly, much to get done before friday, because this day of days is earmarked for doing absofrickinlutely nothing but writing.
I’ll fit sleep in there somewhere.

Today I realized September is already halfway over. Is this even possible? I don’t understand. Maybe because I never officially got “into” the month. So because I’m so amfek dumb, the intention of this month is time management. Because I need to… get me some of that.
I keep thinking “Wow, the weather is so beautiful today. Man I can’t wait until autumn is here.”
Then I remember that my brother’s birthday is in a couple of days, my anniversary next week and the fall equinox is knocking on the door.
The other thing about this weather? It makes me want to cook food. All kinds of food. Steaming veg, baking poultry, roasting taters. Doesn’t matter what kind. Something bubbling and warm. Good. Natural. Yummy.
Man, I heart fall.

Anyway.

Back to this.

I am some kind of stupid.
I’m not sure where I got the idea that there are seven weekends in September. Clearly, this is what I believe, as I have signed myself up for seven weekends worth of activity in September. Gonna have to cut this shit right the hell out, dontcha think?

For the record: Having a small house guest is the best thing evers. I must somehow conspire to achieve my real ultimate goal in life, which essentially means stealing the small one for nefarious purposes. You know, like knitting and watching Firefly. Oh such Firefly that was watched.
Other things were watched as well, things pertaining to thing > all, and since the ride home and the long discussion of i/p, my head has been filthy with plot. Just filthy.
Lucky, I have some aid for cleaning.
Haldo, strata:
What’s shakin, halo:

Nearing the end of the set I can complete, and this means I need to place another order. Can’t tell hubs. I mean, he did just set up the spinning wheel and all.
Oh yes, the spinning wheel. You know what I do on it? I spin.
Amazing, I know.
Going back to being stupid now. Other projects to be discussed at a later date. Time to find some zen and regain some sorts.

Also, to be added for future reference: Carbon Leaf and Better Than Ezra, live, together, in concert (even if we did miss some of CL)? BEST. SHOW. EVER.
the end.