In Which I Give You Yet Another Website to Spend Your Time On

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.


In Which You May Pick Your Poison

As I mentioned earlier, I started a new blog about planning a wedding on a strict $5000 budget. If you’re interested, it’s here.

If you’re not interested, here’s a picture I drew of two cats in a supermarket:

In Which I Cave and Go Mainstream

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.

This picture is also helpful if you were ever wondering what my knees look like in jeans. They look like this.

In Which the Proposal is Detailed

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.

Copyright Josephine Cardin Photography

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,

Copyright Josephine Cardin Photography

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:

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

Copyright Josephine Cardin Photography

Copyright Josephine Cardin Photography

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. 🙂

In Which Nothing Has Ever Been Better

Oh, hey guess what?


More to come.

In Which There is Shame in the Delay

Hey guys! I have a whole lot of super fantastic things going on that I can’t blog about just yet. Soon. I hope.

Until then, I found a whole bunch of knitwear that I made first semester, and forgot to blog about until now. So I made some web cam art, and waited for WordPress to get over it’s little freak out so I could show them off. LUCKY YOU!

First up:

Please ignore the awesome red mark on my nose. My glasses cut my face. Shit happens.

Sometimes the back of your head just looks better than the front. I gave up on make up pretty much as soon as I found a man. Lucky him!

Pattern: Selbu Modern Beret
Yarn: Knit Picks Palette

Verdict: I started making it in early October, mostly in my publishing class, where the 15 minute break the professor gave us in the middle made up most of my free time for the week. That turned out to be the greatest class I ever took, so I really only have good memories of this hat.

Fun Fact: I never wore it. No explanation as to why, I just apparently boycotted hats this winter. Like I’m six or something and don’t understand cold weather gear. Whatever. I only got sixteen colds and one case of strep all winter, so no harm, no foul.


I'm a fish. Obviously.

Pattern: Susie’s Reading Mitts (OMJeepers! That’s my name!  Sort of. I promise I’m smart.)
Yarn: Malabrigo Worsted (Only yarn worth working with. People who disagree are wrong. They’re entitled to their opinions, as long as they know said opinions are wrong.)

Verdict: So good! I wear them in place of real gloves and mittens for the most part, because the Malabrigo is so cozy my hands stay warm enough without needing fingers. I decided not to fold down the top and bottom sections as the pattern says to, so they don’t look as lacy as they’re supposed to. But I knew I would mess them up if I tried to hem something precarious like that.

And finally:

It's suprisingly hard to get a picture that shows off the knitwear while also not making you look like a man. Pretty sure this picture doesn't accomplish that. But there's only so much I can do. STOP CHIDING ME!

Pattern: Le Slouch (Pattern is no longer available)
Yarn: Malabrigo Worsted

Okay. This is an embarrassing one to post. I made this two years ago, and wore it all the time. Not this year, because of my surprise aversion to being warm, but before that I wore it all the time. I just never got around to writing about it, or taking a picture of it. I’ve certainly had time. I have no excuse. Just shame.

The shame is driving me to bite my nails. Should stop. Have to get my fingers looking pretty.


In Which the World Looks Little

Well hey!  What’s crack-a-lackin’?  Remember when I used to blog?  No?  That’s fine.  Me neither.

But no worries because I’m back in the blogging saddle.  At least for today.  Since I have my mojo for the next few minutes, I will use this time to show you my Christmas knitting.

(In full disclosure, much of it is still not done.  Shut up.  I have a lot of things going on.  Like school.  And ice cream eating.  And Twitter.)

First up:

Pattern: Maggie Beans and Friends
Yarn: Caron Simply Soft

This was for my boss’s one-year-old daughter, who is easily the cutest baby in existence.  The pattern was easy.  The part that took the longest was her hair, which I believe I documented in several previous posts.  Here is a picture of when it was finally finished, and I gave her a stylish hair cut:

My boyfriend decided her name was Natawasha, for reasons that I just don’t grasp, and yet in my head that is, without a doubt, her name.  Oh, and I didn’t intend for her to be naked.  I just ran out of time, and it turns out I suck at hand sewing.


Pattern: Cruiser Mittens (Rav link)
Yarn: Brown Sheep Lanaloft Worsted

For my boss.  They turned out smaller that I anticipated, but he said they stretched out to fit his hands pretty exactly, so that’s nice.  Also, I really liked this yarn but was sneezy when I was making them.  Wool is one of the few things I’m not allergic to, so that’s something to look out for in the event that you are allergic.

I also made a pair of silver Mrs. Buchanan Gloves for his wife, but forgot to photograph them.  Par for the course.

And these:

Big G Janice!

Big G Rita!

Pattern: Knitted Neck Scarf
Yarn: KnitPicks Comfy Sport

My grandmothers get all kinds of excited when I knit for them, so I really enjoy doing their Christmas knitting.  One of them told me earlier in the year about having a scarf similar to this one when she was growing up, so I went searching for the pattern.  While the end result is lovely, allow me to be unkind for a moment: as much as I love me some Martha Stewart, this pattern from her site is shit.  It was so unclear, and I had to make a lot of it up as I went along.  Also, on one of the scarves, one end is much longer than the other because the instructions were wrong, and I didn’t realize it in time.


My mom would like me to share these with you:

Heeeelp!!! I'm melllllting!

She made them based on cookies from a site that I can’t find right now.  Eek.  Maybe later?  They were delightful, even though their heads were just big ol’ balls of fondant.

Somewhere in the past three years of my writing school education, I learned about transitions.  Thus, I know that this is a good transition.  Because I brought these cookies when I went to meet my boyfriend’s parents for the first time over break.  The transition goes like this: cookies –> boyfriend’s parents –> boyfriend’s Christmas knitting.

It’s like could I hit you over the head with that transition ANY harder?

Anyway, the point is that I have a boyfriend who I like a whole lot, and who I knit these for:

Pattern: Men’s Convertible Gloves
Yarn: Erm… possibly Cascade 220?  So much yarn, who can remember it all?

And he wears them.  I have a boyfriend who wears things I knit.  He wore them so much I had to fix them because strings were popping out (either that or it was just poor craftsmanship.  Let’s not think about it too hard).

This is another picture of them.  It’s an awful picture, but we were at the top of the Prudential Center, and I want to show you how little Boston is.  And the world.

I’ve been waiting a very long time for a boy to knit for.  And it was so very worth the wait, because this boy is quite the boy, and makes me happier than I’ve ever been with another person.  He is kind, and inspiring, doesn’t mind that sometimes I look like this:

Anyone remember Marshmallow from my old blog? Anyone remember my old blog? No? Fine.

Which is really all you can ask for.  In the event that anyone who is here to read my knitting blog is also into “Electro, Thrash, Industrial, Dubstep, Screamo” music (in accordance to their Facebook page), it would probably not be a mistake for you to listen to his band.  He’s the screamer.  Hawt.

In Which I Review a Knitting App

This one, in fact: Yarn U

I have an awful lot of knitting related apps on my iPod.  A. Lot.  And of those, guess how many I actually use?  Maybe one, when I remember to.

But I think this one might actually be useful. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been in a yarn store, and after 4 years of being an active knitter, am still too dumb to read and understand a ball band  (If you can actually understand how a ball band relates to real life, please give me a holler!).  If it doesn’t specifically say, “this yarn is this weight, and it will look like this when you’re done with it, and it will be splitty so please be careful,” then I’m pretty much out.

Yarn U is a collection of descriptions and pictures for over 100 different yarns.  It gives basic information, honest reviews, and great pictures.  This is one that I will pull out in the yarn store when I’m yarn shopping, and don’t want to run home to search Ravelry before I make a decision (um, like you haven’t done it!).  Hopefully, more yarns will be added as the app is updated, because there are still a few other yarns I would like to see.  But I am very excited about this app, and sincerely recommend it to all of my yarnie readers!

(Side Note: Fabric U, its companion app for sewers, is also fantastic!)

In Which I Wish I Hadn’t Accepted the Challenge

I’m not going to say FOR SURE that I’ve lost the feeling in my hands.  Or my mind.  Or that I blew through about ten band-aids trying to rig a finger pillow, after the pad of my finger started to split and bruise along one of the lines of my finger print (I know, right???).  Or that I just misspelled Baid-Aid on the first try, or that I accidentally typed “fillow” instead of finger pillow.  I’m just going to say that all of these things are likely.

In Which the Challenge is Accepted

In the next 48 hours, I have two exams (one in which I have to remember 15 chapters worth of business-related terminology.  Yeah right), and have to finish knitting three Christmas gifts (one in which involves sewing a dress for a doll.  Yeah right.).  After which, I have to pack, move home, bake cookies with my mom, and finish another Christmas gift (this one involves bitch slapping the curse of the boyfriend sweater in the face), before Sunday.  After Sunday, I have to knit and block two scarves by Christmas, or else face two very disappointed grandmothers.