Monthly Archives: May 2011
Last Christmas, I got a yarn swift and ball winder. It ended like this:
Granted, it’s very possible that I didn’t watch the video on Knit Pick’s site before I started, and it’s also possible that this yarn is just too heavy for the swift (Malabrigo Rios in Sunset. Have yet to use it, but periodically take it out and touch it, now that I’ve managed to turn it into a ball). So now that I’ve finished the Citron I spoke of previously (need to block before I can get pictures), I pulled out the other skein of Malabrigo Lace I stashed away.
Have you ever wound a skein of lace-weight merino wool over your knees, the old fashioned way? I do it a lot, and it usually results in several lost yards because at some point I give up because it’s too tangled. The idea of spending hours with this skein was enough for me to try the swift again.
Side note: swifts make yarn cakes. Not balls. Cakes. As if I don’t love yarn enough.
My father came in while I was taking this picture, and told me I wasn’t being selective enough about my backgrounds. My background selection was really just the result of my keyboard being the only surface that I didn’t have to clear off before taking a picture of it. But after that, I became much more selective of the backgrounds for yarn cake.
If background selectivity is any indicator, I am getting MIGHTY good at picture taking, yes sir.
Anyone looking for a new time suck? As of this week, about 90% of my time has been spent on Pinterest. I joined on a whim, because I like the idea of inspiration boards, and everything you love being all in one place. But OH MY GOODNESS, it is endlessly inspiring. I think I picked up about 16 new crafts in the first day, which is even more than that time I went on Craftster by mistake.
Anyway, this is a boring thing to blog about, but the reason I’m doing it is: a) if you are already on Pinterest, I am here; b) if you are not on Pinterest, and would like to be, I seem to have 5 invites, and if you want one, it is yours. Provided you are not person number 6 or 7 or 8 or 9, or whatever.
Proceed with caution.
Perhaps you didn’t know this about me, because why would you, but I make it rain. Not unlike Fat Joe (why yes, yes I did have to look up who does that song. What of it?).
But seriously. I started work this week, which means taking the train into the city, and when I do that, it rains. Every time. Last summer, I brought my rain coat and umbrella every day, even on days when there was no rain in the forecast and it was sunny outside, because I knew once whoever is in charge of the rain found out I was walking from the train station to my office, it would pour (perhaps you remember this post from way back when).
Really all I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry for this bad weather we’ve been having.
My next point is unrelated: I started knitting a Citron. The knitters are all, “so what, everyone’s knit a Citron.” And the non-knitters are all, “so what?” The thing is, I never intended to knit one. Not because I didn’t like the pattern, because I have since Knitty released it. It’s just that EVERYONE knits them. Which is not to say I’m such a little hipster that I won’t partake in a mainstream pattern, because ew. I just got sick of hearing about how easy it was, and how fast it was, and what a perfect stashbuster it was.
Because naturally those are all horrible things.
But I had this skein of Cactus Rose Malabrigo Lace that’s just been kicking it in my stash for about a year and a half. I tried to knit an Estonian lace stole from it, but college is hard and I only got about two rows into it before I had to go read Edith Wharton. Not to mention that every time I go to the yarn store, I SOMEHOW end up with another skein of my favorite laceweight merino wool, which is why I happen to have a skein of it that I believe is called Surf that I bought because it looked too soft to leave behind (which is why I’ve never been to an animal shelter, coincidentally).
I have a really big secret project that I’m currently working on, and it’s a bitch to try to take on the train, or in the car, or to baseball games, plus I can’t knit it in front of people, given that it is a secret and all that. I needed a pattern that was small and easy, and that used up my Malabrigo Lace stash.
I think you know what happened from there.
My mother was concerned about my lack of blogging, and how I only blog about knitting anymore. My only defense was how, during the school year, the only things I do are work and go to school and knit, so when I have the chance, I blog about the most interesting of those things (shut up). And now that school is over, I mostly just work and knit and sew and watch reruns of The Office with my mom (shut up).
But then it occurred to me that that has been my excuse for not blogging for so long that it’s really not true anymore. I’m doing a lot of things now. I got a full-time job for the summer in the office I’ve been in for two years, but I’m moving out of my back office table to the front desk, so hilarity is bound to ensue. And… well… I suppose that’s it.
Except that I got engaged.
I promise this WILL NOT turn into a wedding blog. It’s always frustrating when a blog turns in to something it wasn’t supposed to be, so I will be starting a separate blog about planning a wedding on a budget. There are 7 bajillion blogs about weddings on a budget (I counted), but those budgets are usually set at $5000, or $10,000, and even then at the end it’s sometimes, “We actually spent $27,000. Oops!” But I have student loans. So my budget is about 30 cents. Hilarity will ensue.
But I also hate it when bloggers make big life announcements, then don’t follow up, because I also really love proposal stories. Shut up. I’m a girl.
So without further ado,
Dan and I met in a book publishing class. He sat across from me, and I caught him staring at me. About every five minutes. After a brief conversation after class one night, when he asked me about knitting (which in turn led me to believe he might be gay. Shut up. I got to an arts school, and Dan’s the first available straight boy I’ve met in three years), he invited me to watch a movie with him and a friend. Two weeks later we were dating, two weeks after that we were in love, and within two months we knew we were It. There was never one moment when it felt too fast. We didn’t think that other people would see it that way, though, so instead of getting officially engaged then, we waited a few months so that people would take it better, and because Dan wanted to have the time to plan an actual proposal. We just told our parents and closest friends (and sometimes people we only kind of knew. And nurses in doctors’ offices. And people we passed by. Shut up. It was exciting).
Dan told me he had a big night planned for April 26, and I should get a fancy dress. I assumed the proposal would happen then, which is why I didn’t see it coming when, on April 8, we went for a walk towards downtown Boston, and on the corner of Avery and Washington Streets, he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. He started talking about God, and how He brought us to each other, and about other things that I just can’t remember because in the middle of his speech I noticed his best friend with a video camera, and I knew this was it.
Then he asked, and I said yes, and passerbys stared and congratulated us. A guy with a guitar came out with a girl, and they sang Samson, by Regina Spektor, which was the song Dan was listening to when he realized he was in love with me, which I listened to with him when we first started dating. And because I knew we were getting engaged, and assumed it was at the end of April, I ordered an engagement ring for him as well. It came in the day before he proposed, and I planned to carry it with me wherever we went in case it happened before I thought it would. The fact that I had it that day was just lucky!
The video, for anyone interested, is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0OrIfQxxZs
My boss’s wife did our engagement photos, and she’s an absolute genius. Please keep in mind that neither Dan nor I like having our pictures taken, but she made both of us feel so comfortable that it was just a fun Sunday morning outside. Her name is Josephine Cardin, and if you’re in the Boston area, you should really check her out for all of your picture needs! More of her stuff is at http://www.cardinphotography.com.
I have never, ever, been this happy about anything. I love him with all my heart, and marrying him next year is the most natural thing in the world.
Now back to your regularly scheduled crafting.
P.S. I encourage everyone to Google “Corner of Avery and Washington.” That Flickr photo is where we got engaged, over 50 years after that picture was taken. 🙂