Wednesday, April 11, 2012

I still Exist...

Sometimes I wish I could move to St Croix and open a knitting store. Because I know there aren't any. And that tropical land sure could use...pure wool? A fisherman's sweater? Legwarmers?

Anyhoozit. I have been focusing on school, putting on too much weight (I blame a diet of wine and cheerios), and being generally cranky. I'm pissed off because my intermediate algebra class, unless I perform some amazing feat and ace my next three exams, I'm destined for a C+. My business law class is going much better, and I'm pleased with that. But I've been so tired lately I haven't knitted at all, really.

I had a slight meltdown/inspiration this past week and ordered some yarn - for two separate projects.

Project One: Honeycomb Stroller Blanket. I've got some lovely KnitPicks Comfy Sport to use, but the writing of this pattern is infuriating. They list three colors: main color, color a, and color b. One would assume the main color that outlines the honeycomb shape would be the MAIN COLOR. But no! It actually seems to be color B is the main color. If anyone has knitted this pattern and thinks I'm wrong about this, let me know. (As if anyone reads this anyway).
The yarn is nice, though:

Next up, of course, is another Springtime Bandit. I'm using half cotton, half bamboo in a coral-y color, which I thought was more pinky. This pattern is fun, as always. Yarn is a little bit splitty, along the lines of Debbie Bliss ...uh...whatever that Debbie Bliss yarn I had that was splitty.

So, lovely. Great. Grand.

More importantly. I've read the 50 Shades trilogy. My younger sister recommended it, and after I got over the initial shock of her recommending it to me, I was fully immersed. Now, when it started, I completely believed that it fit into the 'so bad it's good' column...but it doesn't. It's good. I mean, in a bad way that is good. Also, I still don't understand how those two had so much nonstop crazy bondage sex and were able to be alive, eat meals, use the restroom, brush their teeth, go to work, read a book..etc. I was going to add bathing to that but I think over the course of the three books they took like 800 baths together and 7000 showers. In the midst of all of the sex, there was attempted murder, kidnapping, helicopter crashes, a month on a yacht in the south of France, lots of pink champagne, so much crying, car crashes, comas, pregnancy, and ...some other stuff. NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER, PEOPLE. Read it.

P.S. Speaking of St Croix...I've been there. And the end of Shawshank Redemption? I was at that beach. It ain't in Mexico.

P.P.S. I obviously want to go back to there.

P.P.P.S. Maybe when I win at Keno.

P.P.P.P.S. Does anyone win at Keno?

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