Another FO...

Hey! I finished something.

Pattern: Tamarah from Knitty
Yarn: Tilli Tomas Pure & Simple (Burnt Orange, 1 1/2 skeins), purchased at kpixie and Habu Textiles Silk Mohair A-32D (205/red, 1 1/4 oz.) purchased from Habu directly
Needles: Size 7 Inox & Addi circs
Modifications: None really, apart from the yarn changes.

The pattern is modular and lace, but once you figure out the progression of the pattern, it goes pretty quickly. I had to do a lot of math at first, and there was great furrowing of brow, but by the end, it was mainly mindless knitting. This pattern doesn't seem to have been knit very frequently, but it's super-cute! Why isn't this at least half as popular as Clapotis?

I like this a great deal; I may make one for myself soon, in something not-orange (this is for Mr. Z's mom--this orange is lovely, but I can't wear it).

In other news, I got my invite for Ravelry. Ravelry has made me aware of my ten active projects. I should work on them/work on getting photos of them... after I finish that entire moving thing.

Prolix, prolix, nothing a pair of scissors won't fix...

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Stash honesty.

So. Not including yarn I'm using in a project, or yarn at Mr. Z's, or yarn that I have hidden from myself in a mysterious place...
I showed this to my roommate. He said, "Oh my GOD." I said, "Really? Because this was much less than I anticipated."

I mean, it doesn't even fill my queen-size bed! I am an amateur. Right?

Prolix, prolix, nothing a pair of scissors won't fix...

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Knitting related...

Here are some things I received from my Knitty SP last Friday:


Scharffenberger nibby bars (my favorite chocolate bar) plus a 16-pack of minis. Thank you so!

I've been completely derelict in posting works in progress. Here's something I've been laboring over for awhile:



All of the darker blue bits? Beads. The yarn? Rowan 4-ply cotton. The needles used? US 1, 1.5, and 2.5. Egads, that took awhile. And I still have the front and the sleeves!

Pitchfork was great in parts, annoying in others. More on that later. Off to pub trivia now.

Prolix, prolix, nothing a pair of scissors won't fix...

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Cinematic Pretentiousness and Musical Awesomeness.

If we are to trust Mr. Z on these matters, the proper 18th month anniversary gift seems to be Criterion Colleciton DVDs. I am fine with this, especially since I now own the following, thanks to his largesse:

The 400 Blows
Alphaville
L'Avventurea
Band of Outsiders
Jules and Jim
Masculin Feminin
Sullivan's Travels

Now that I own the last of these, I have three Criterion Collection editions Preston Sturges movies (the others are The Lady Eve and Unfaithfully Yours; I should also pick up The Palm Beach Story at some point)--movie night, anyone? It'd be more lighthearted than a screening of the 8-hour version of Ingmar Bergman's Scenes from a Marriage.
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I went to the Metro to see Os Mutantes last night. The last time I saw them (nearly a year ago at Pitchfork), the crowd starting getting unruly due to the lack of an encore, so it was great to see a full show. The only bummer was that, for most of the show, I had to watch it through the gyrations of four hipsters on a double-date. I kept checking my (non-existent) watch to see if we'd turned back the clock to the late 90s, because these people acted like they were on E. Just trust me, it involved a lot of frottage and dancing of questionable merit.

Speaking of Pitchfork Fest... this year's iteration is happening again this weekend. Not a ton of my friends are going, and I'll spend more of this year chilling in the shade (thanks, 826 Chicago booth!), and I may actually arrive after the first band starts on Sunday (not something I've done before)... but it's still a great lineup. I'll be the one with at least four different kinds of sunscreen and red hair styled like Chan Marshall's.

Speaking of Chan Marshall... doesn't Sporty Spice look alarmingly like her these days? Am I alone on this?

Prolix, prolix, nothing a pair of scissors won't fix...

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A very retro weekend.

This weekend, I watched four episodes of Melrose Place, and listened to Slint's Spiderland, De La Soul's 3 Feet High & Rising, and a mess of Feelies albums. I was listening to Slint and De La Soul in part to prepare for Pitchfork in a couple of weeks; I listened to the Feelies because I finally downloaded their albums and am hating myself for not doing it sooner, because they are awesomeness squared.

Also awesomeness-squared: Melrose Place. As the astute folk at TWOP have stated, you have to love a show where a woman runs down her fiancé, then frames the guy's second wife by making it look like the second wife framed his first wife.

(And the first and second wives are SISTERS. And the second wife blackmailed him into marrying her because they both thought he killed his fiancée! Who then came back and made him kick out the second wife, who was, by the way, a hooker! And a madame! And then, after a fall from grace, a stripper! Until her estranged husband saw her on stage!)

I should get the DVDs.

In other news, I'm almost done with Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. Unfortunately, it is too large a book for me to fit in my bag without causing shoulder strain, so I can't read it on my way to work. Also, I worked on Bonita and Basalt this weekend, and am over halfway done with the former. Pics to come on Wednesday, I think.

Prolix, prolix, nothing a pair of scissors won't fix...

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