What I wore

This is something I have seen a bit of lately on blogs. Not fashion blogs, just hipstery knitting-and-pictures-of-my-dinner blogs. I saw another this morning. That looks easy, thinks I.  I will throw my instagrams on the clothing pile. BLOGGING DONE.

  7:30am

Tank top by Old Navy, Summer 2008. Bra straps by Wonder Bra, via Ross. Sweatpants stolen from friend in 2007 while sleeping over on her air bed. Knitted porcelain coffee cup from Starbucks, Winter 2009. Hutch in background features knitting books, beer brewing magazines, computer debris, and cat pee enzyme spray.

Yesterday I also read two - two - blog entries narrating the holiday weekend from the perspective of their dogs.

Well, I think I can do that, too.

"THE FUCK IS THAT GREY CAT WITH THE FLUFFY BALLS DOING IN MY FOOD BOWL?! Also, I left you a dead rat in the candy bag from preschool graduation. Rats are candy for everyone!"

And that is enough of that.

We have a stray cat trying to move in. Specifically, into the food dishes. Maura (black cat) was sleeping on the lanai and didn't notice Mr. Flufferballs stroll by and into the kitchen, Leif leaped in yelling, "HI NICE KITTY I PET YOU!" so the cat bolted out the screen door, Maura jerked awake, flailed all her legs, and fell sideways off the balcony. I died.

In other news, am going to the otolaryngologist because my ear has been hurting for 8 months, which has baffled my doctor because it looks like a normal ear when she shines a light in it. I also told her that I have been having electrical pulsing sensations in my brain which feel like they could lead to seizures or blackouts, and she said, "Huh, I've never heard anyone say that." Will ask Dr. Footlong-Tweezers when I go in for my ear. Avoiding google, as it will tell me I am incubating some horrible creature inside my skull.

Summer break!

I do not have a summer break. But the boys do, so I mailed the large one to his grandmother for a month-long trip to the mainland. As a kid, my mother and I spent the summers living in the truck, camping at KOAs and preserving our innards with giant sheets of truck stop beef jerky. It makes me really happy for Gavin to be tromping the US with my favorite road captain. She knows all the rules, like "thou shalt stop at every Dairy Queen in the Southwest" and "thou shalt sample all the foods for which the region is famous" and "if you see a 50 foot fiberglass cow, you MUST PULL OVER". 

Once the smaller child goes to stay with his dad next week, it will be an illustration intensive as my deadline fast approaches, but until then, I have been rolling in yarns.

 My Mother's Day box arrived. I have sock blockers now, fancy.

All my socks will be foot-shaped! Or else!

I got a sweater's worth of pink heathered cotton, for my storytime librarian disguise.

And sock yarn! Doctor Who stripes, and a tonal skein in the "wine tasting" colorway, for a particular librarian who needs to be smacked with boozy socks.

Heather! ALA conferences are great sock-smacking forums! We should plan this.

I will knit all the things. If anyone can coax me off of my beach towel and pry the drink from my hand.

FO - Java socks

DONE. I am no longer sock provider to the one-legged only!

The Java socks have been hogging my needles since last September. I cast on in Washingtonville, NY, while visiting for a friend's wedding. In the winter, I focused on the stitches to bring myself through the black rows that swept up my shmoopy shcarf. I cannibalized needles from them when I went into a spring sock frenzy. And last night I broke my kitchen chair when I finally finished them, jumped up to try them on, and put my foot through the wicker seat. Lesson: it is not always necessary to stand on chairs to wear socks.


The instep creates a sexy little arch over the top of the foot.

Here I almost snapped my spine arching up from the patio to get my legs over the rail into the sunlight.

I am smudged from elbow to knee with pastel, scribbling appointments and meetings and flight schedules and illustration deadlines on the end-of-school-year calendar, so actually finishing something is kind of exhilarating. I can do ANYTHING NOW!