Harlot in my hood

Okay, I'll admit, I didn't know who the yarn harlot was until I heard all the chatter about her upcoming trip to Austin at Knitflix. But in the last week I have spent more time at my job reading her blog than doing anything resembling work, and of course I am smitten. So I'll be there this Saturday. And I figure I'll see all 3 of my blog readers there.

Sweater Naivete

The yarn finally showed up, yee haw.

And the sweater has begun. It's going to be a warm one, but that's okay because got the gauge right and it might actually fit which at the moment is just too exciting.

So here's to drastically premature sweater anticipation. Cheers!

Yarn jones

Where oh where is my yarn. I ordered from Knit Picks 10 days ago and it's not here yet. The package trackers says it's languishing in Dallas. Stupid Dallas. Whenever it actually gets here I'll start my first sweater. It's a momentus thing to me. I'm planning the Lift and Separate wrap sweater from Big Girl Knits. I have high hopes for this and I figure if I start now, I might just finish it in time for our 3 days of winter. So here's hoping my motivation holds out for yarn delivery time.

I Hate Ants!

Here's a new joy of home ownership. I have ants in the house, and not harmless little sugar ants in the kitchen, we're talking sonofabitch that hurts biting ants in my bedroom. I had seen a few and gotten a couple bites on my feet and was going to get some amdro as soon as I got around to it.
I came home Sunday night with the intention of putting on PJs curling up on the couch and watching mind numbing late night TV. I pulled on my pajama pants and immediately discovered they were moving. Ants, literally, in my pants. I leapt out of them and brushed all the ants off my leg, but not before they got about 15 good stings on my left thigh. The inside of the pants looked like a horror movie. I washed them on the hottest setting muttering "Die, die, DIE!!" Still can't figure out what could have gotten on those pants to attract that many ants, I'd say it qualifies as a swarm.
So I sprayed every base board in the house with Country Fresh Scent Raid Ant & Roach spray that night, and I'll put out Amdro tonight. And if that doesn't work I'm calling the creepy "Kill Your Bugs" guy from the TV.
The bites are on fire today, and I gotta say nothing quite so classy as rubbing ointment on your thighs in a public bathroom. Let's hope my coworkers don't wonder too much what I'm up to in there.

Bound off

Check it out, I've actually finished stuff lately. My favorite by far is the Mason Dixon Warshrag (or cup towel in my mother's house.)

Ain't it purty and it almost matches my Ikea cup towels. I intend to make many more of these and just about everything else from the MDK book. Love it!






Here's the brown hat (don't know why it looks purple) that I thought was a disaster. It didn't turn out so bad, nobody but me is ever going to notice the errors on the top and the bunching on the sides of the brim looked much better once I put the plastic mesh in. Looks like Jake is getting his hat after all.




And here's what will spend the rest of its days in a bag in my closet with all the other swatches and knitting disasters. It's my retarded elf sock. It has a weird pointy toe, it's way too narrow for my foot and it has some strange twist that makes it quite uncomfortable. It's not getting a partner, but I did learn what not to do next time. My next sock attempt will involve actual sock yarn, 5 (not 4) DPNs, and a real pattern. Knit and learn.


As for Exchequered, on it goes. It's sort of my back burner project, but every now and then I pick it up and checker, checker, checker, checker, checker, checker. But fear not, it will get done, if for no other reason than my favorite guilty pleasure TV show premiered tonight. Big Brother, my secret love, I'll have lots of quality knitting time parked in front of the boob tube for that show.