Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Downright Balmy!
Do I sound happy? Not entirely. Balmy is the herald of spring. That should be a good thing. To me it is just a glaring sign pointing at my unfinished projects. Spring is dancing around and pointing at me "nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh". Spring, why do you taunt me so. Hah! My Urban Aran will still fit me next fall. so "pfthththt" And M's cardi. Well, if it won't fit M in the fall it will fit my cousins babe. So there! How crazy does one look talking out the window at nothing and sticking their tongue out at "spring"? Or for that matter as I was doing my step aerobics (slow version) yesterday and knitting, I couldn't help thinking, "if someone walks in here right now, would I just get a smirk or would they want to put me in a padded room?" Some might think that I looked foolish but the padded room sounds like a nice vacation to me.
You guys with all the compliments are so sweet. Remember flattery will get you everything!
I didn't start on the larger version yet. I had to do a Noro one. This is Noro that I originally bought to make a sweater for myself. I think I will still have enough to make the sweater. See, that is part of what makes me a naughty Fiber mom, I'm constantly stealling bits from one project to do something completely different. I'm sorry little Noro Sweater. I will make you someday.
Here is the M cardi. I'm trying to decide if I should just make it a vest so she can wear it this spring or if I should just make it a bit bigger and she can wear it in the fall. Maine weather is so unpredictable so we may still get a cold snap, but I don't think it will last for long. Its been really nice here lately. So nice in fact that I just had to shave up my head again. At the moment I've decided on an undercut, it doesn't look so different from the last picture unless I put my hair in a ponytail. I do get crazy when I'm shaving, so don't be surprised if you see a picture of me on here completely balded.
M is sick at the moment so I'm planning on spending my day chasing vomit. It moves quicker than you think and I'm not as fast as I look. The satin is going to have to wait to get cut, and my yarns will have to wait to be stored in stylish bags. Maybe I'll show you a pic of the mohair that I offended by leaving it under a box in my closet until it was flat as a pancake. mmmm mohair pancakes.