On a whim last month, I called Ms. Brenda Dayne’s drop.io number, fairly late in the evening, and never in a million years though that she would include it in Episode 71. I saved the episode for one of those days where everything just feels like it’s gone to shit, and today was the day to listen. Right before I go to bed, because this way my dreams will be filled with all kinds of lovely knitting stuff, and maybe I’ll get a real night’s sleep for the first time in a while.
Whoa. Weeeird. Also, I need to possibly invest in a better Bluetooth headset if that’s how I come across to other people.
Anyway, I mentioned Bohus Stickening, which I took a class in this summer (because you know you want to work with a 50% angora yarn when it’s 100 degrees outside), and really enjoyed taking the class with Susanna Hansson. Please do visit her website if you’re interested, because there’s info on the Bohus Stickening exhibit next month at the American Swedish Institute.
How groovy.
To wrap up this post, I’ve spent a couple of nights now working on “Hermione’s Hat”, a free pattern found on ravelry that I’m doing for my older niece. This is a reconstruction of the hat Hermione is wearing in the upcoming Half Blood Prince film, the one that I wish they’d stop tormenting us with previews for when the release is over SEVEN FREAKIN’ MONTHS away. Anyway, this is proving a fast knit, as I didn’t work on it all that long tonight, but am already at Row 40 of the patterning. I hope to finish this tomorrow night, and get to work on a hat for my nephew (the recipient’s brother). Big kudos to Jackie L for recreating the hat and making the pattern available!
Time for a hot shower and bed. I’ve come to the conclusion that, “Oh. Right. That PMS thing has reared it’s giant fucking ugly head again and I am not fit to live with AT ALL!” so it’s a) a good thing I live alone and b) I still don’t own a gun. If only chemical regulation worked for my cycle without sending me completely round the bend…I’d love to be on birth control all the damn time so this wasn’t even a freakin’ issue. Alas, I am not, can’t without being even MORE emo (note the CAPSLOCK OF EMPHASIS has made an appearance again), so I’ll simply have to slog on through it. And get a freakin’ planner for next year and block out these days in huge swaths of red or neon orange or something so it’ll highlight the fact that I should plan ahead for massive mood swings, raging bitch behavior and crushing doom, gloom and despair all around.
Good times!
Tomor…today is another day, and I hope, when I wake, that it’s a better one.