Archive for July, 2008

I’m Back!

July 20, 2008


Yes, I did have internet on vacation. No, I did not update. The computer was set up in the living room in full view of everybody, and I didn’t feel like having my parents read what I was writing over my shoulder.

So, vacation was fun. But, I get bored after about three days or so. We were there for a week. What I think happens is that at our cabin, we get there around lunchtime, spend the next day there, and leave the day after that. We have been going up like that for years, and that is what I am used to. More than that, and I can’t handle it. Even if we are doing stuff, we are still “based” in the one place.

We took Tour 2 At Hearst Castle (love that place), went kayaking in the bay, wandered around the Embarcadero (the street with all the tourist t-shirt shops and stuff), went to The Cotton Ball (quilting, with a little bit of yarn), The Yew Tree (Celtic shop in Cambria, *drool*), Ball & Skein & More (yarn shop in Cambria), saw the elephant seals on the beach, Took a walk on a pier (not nearly as interesting as it sounds), and attended a Ren Faire.

Now, I can’t really say it was my first Ren Faire. My friend Stephanie and I went to a pirate one a few weeks back. We made our tops, but they kinda sucked, the pattern wasn’t very good. Needed more waist shaping and just didn’t really work out. So I’m not counting that one.

This one, I made garb that actually looked halfway decent (I made a bodice!), even though some little kid thought I was Snow White from behind >.<

There was a joust! It was awesome! They divided the crowd into two, and I was on the side of the Mary, Queen of Scots’ champion. It was awesome. We got pictures, but it was with the regular camera, not a digital, so for pictures you will have to wait until they get developed and I can bother to take pictures of the pictures, or get a CD with them on it.

The Scotsman won. Queen Elizabeth’s champion “did sucketh”, in the words of the Scot. I wish I could remember his name. He was raunchy! It was great.

I got a bit of a sunburn, but it wasn’t/isn’t too bad. I have bodice lines now, though. Heh.

Time for gratuitous yarn and knitting pictures!

I finished one sleeve of my cardigan:

Most of it was done on the trip down. It took 3 1/2 bloody hours to get there. We took one stop on the way down, and that was mainly for the dog.

Then, while we were at the house, I started the body. I didn’t feel like seaming the sides up, so I am doing it in one piece up to the armholes; I have about 9 inches so far:

Lovely. : )

And look what was waiting for me when we got home:

*le gasp*

*le gasp*

It’s a KnitPicks box! Yay! Full of -what else?- yarn! Telemark, to be exact.



I know the pictures doth sucketh.

I have brown, red, cream, dark gray, light gray, blue, and green. The blue comes out looking like purple, though, in the pictures.

Scaling Yarn Mountain!

Scaling Yarn Mountain!

 And, because the upload was being evil earlier, you now get a super bonus picture! Isn’t that super? : D

Now, isn’t that a sh!tty picture? 🙂 I am using the Red Dirt Girl pattern from the Vogue Stitchinary, Colorwork. I am going to make a sweater. It is going to be beautiful and warm and make me think of our cabin. *bubbles over with delight*


Non Sequiturs

July 12, 2008

Dad’s out having sex with the pumpkins. He was fertilizing the giant pumkins. Would that be considered a three-way? Because you have to pick the male flower, would that be a necrophiliac three-way?

I am now Spirit-Rider. I rode a horse for the first time on Friday. It was awesome. The horse I was on was named Spirit, making me Spirit Rider. Spirit was lazy. Calling myself Spirit-Rider makes me sound mystical, though, so I’m going to call myself that for a while.

I just got yarn (and cast on) foar a new project. It is the Flower Tied Cardigan from Vogue Knitting. The main color is an ocean blue, and the contrast color is a dark teal-ish color. Yum.

We are leaving for Morro Bay tomorrow. I should have internet there, they have DSL. I’m hoping I can plug in correctly, so I will have (if albit slow) internet. I’m not sure if I can last a full week without checking in to knittyboard or checking my e-mail. Yes, I know I’m addicted. No, I don’t care.

I love Discworld. Terry Pratchett is awesome. I made the Bloody Stupid Johnson hat. Everybody loves it. I love it. The yarn I used is nice and soft and squishy and wool-y.

By the way, “non sequitur” means “does not follow”, if you didn’t know that, you would probably be lost.

one hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is

one hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is

(someone on knitty posted the picture of the sign, I photoshopped Zaphod in)

Some Happy, Some Not…

July 9, 2008

Yeah, what the title says. My aunt died the other night. She had been in and out of the hospital and various rehab places for… a year and a couple months, I think. It wasn’t a surprise, last year we thought she was going to go, but she didn’t.

She really did abuse her body. Gained a lot of weight, then took the surgery route, multiple times without changing her diet. She was a hoarder, house was a mess. Didn’t take care of herself, didn’t take care of her girls (twins, now 16 I think). Lied, manipulated, stole money, everything. I hadn’t (haven’t?) seen her for several years. Little did I know that would be the last time I would ever see her.

I know this is going to sound petty, but I hadn’t gotten a birthday card from her in years. At least since I saw her last, that was the last time I got a card. I know it’s petty, but how much effort does it take to even get a card, sign it, put a stamp on it, and drop it in the mail? I don’t care if there isn’t money in it, just to show that you even think about me at all. I’m really not sure how I feel about it all. I didn’t exactly have a good relationship with her, I’m not even sure it would be termed a relationship. I’m more sad for that side of the family, my mom (who seems pretty okay now), my other aunt (i think she is pretty okay, too), I’m not sure about my uncle, and my grandparents on that side. No parent should have to bury (or in this case, cremate) their child.

Yeah. We knew it was coming. The last year+ has been a roller coaster of “Oh, she’s not going to make it through the night… oh, wait, yes she is, no she isn’t! Oh, she’s fine. Internal bleeding! Holy *&%*) oh wait, false alarm.” Had to have one last (maybe) surgery, trying to fix what was broke, body rebelled, and shut down.

Well, that was about as cheerful as Bella here: 

So, what’s more cheerful?

Went to our cabin last weekend. Yes, it was miserably hot, yes we went to the lake nearby-ish and swam and floated on ‘tubes. That was nice.

On Sunday we are leaving for Morro Bay, wooo! Rented a house, and they take doggies, so Oscar doesn’t have to stay with the grandparents, that have gotten too anal about him, heaven forbid he eat ANYTHING off the ground that he shouldn’t.

Yeah, that’s about it. Buh-bye! 😀

She Who Dies With The Most Yarn Wins

July 5, 2008

I am actually going to post about knitting! In the name of all that is Good and Wooly, I am.

I, am making a pair of socks. A, singlular. One pair. And for the near future, that is enough.

Yes, it is a crappy picture. No, I don’t care.

Why don’t I care? Because, that is Noro Kureyon Sock Yarn. The colors are fabulously bright. The stripes are wide. The skeins are huge. One skein will make a pair that comes over my calves. They are toe-up (which dad always hears as “to’ [torn] up”, refering to how someone looks. He’s a retired cop, what can I say), so I stop when I run out of yarn. It is awesome.

HOWEVER… (if you have ever felt Kureyon, or even just Noro, you know what is coming)

It feels like it came from steel wool sheep. There are bits of plant matter in it, sticks and twigs. It is a tightly spun, thin, single. It is thick and thin. It knits up beautifully and dense (good for socks) on US size 0 needles. As another knitter has said, “I love the colors, but I hate the feel.”

The yarn was just too pretty to pass up. My mom loves making socks. Most of her stash is sock yarn. My best friend loves making socks. I have not seen her stash, but she is a student (like me), I don’t think she has that much stash. I hate making them with a burning passion. I have been working on this pair since… January? ‘Pert near forever, as far as I’m concerned, for a pair of socks.

We are heading up to our cabin in the morning for a few days. I’ll be back by Wednsday, but it will probably be Tuesday. It gets hot up there.

So, I will leave you with this picture:

Master Gracey, his charming, Victiorian self from “The Haunted Mansion”.