Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Reason 85,469,783 Why Tink Should Not Be In Power

Hi Y’all I gots a French government email now!!!!! I have a gouv.fr email everyone. Yeah umm I am digging that. The Ministère des Affaires of Etrangeness as one of my friends called it, has decided my half Yankee and half Latina derrière is good enough to campaign for Europe. And that is what I am doing! I might even get to travel some in France for it on the gouvernements dime. Even better, last Friday I was defeated and infuriated. The consulate man who I spoke with months ago had decided to be a bureaucratic flippant little asshat and switch his position. Instead of processing my visa by mail he wanted me to submit for an in-person (Atlanta) Consulate "interview." As you might guess I BLEW my gasket. He had previously said I didn’t have to- they ARE NOT REQUIRED, so plans were arranged on that premise. Also because I had this whole Etrangeness thing that I kinda needed a Visa for. But most of all because he went on to threaten me... but Miss you are in France illegally I am closing my eyes I could report you to the government (never mind the fact that I am not here illegally and told him that repeatedly). Yes I fear the French government, people I FEAR them. HAHAHAHA. I don’t do well with threats- don’t bluff either. My philosophy is do it or don’t. That kind of smack talk just doesn’t go over well Chez Tink. Well fast forward to Tuesday and I am the Ministère and explaining my story my bosses boss, who is very non-hierarchical (and now adores me). He introduces himself, my bosses assistant tells him I have an issue. Just AN issue people? Why you gotta be so stingy?? He asks and I run through the whole deal (he falls in love with me for my Yankee way of saying Atlanta- AT not AHHHT. Took him three times to get where I was talking about, oh the Olympics Coca Cola place. Yeah there) and I give him the whole deal. He says well you write it up and give me all the information and I will email about it, we should be able to fix this situation I think. I think I love him; yes that consulate twat is going to get an email from him who reports to M. Michel Barnier, directly :) And my inner voices commences in a VERY loud voice: That’s right, you want to play who is the bigger bitch, you better bring a bigger stick. Take that BITCH!!! HUP TO and process my Visa NOW *WHAP* That is right you're MY bitch. And that my friends is the reason I should not be in power, let alone diplomatie. Everyone becomes my bitch and I start swaggering around. In a pretty skirt. Reason 894756821 Tink Does Not Have A Credit Card In my delusions of having the financial wherewithall to live here and attempting to “treat” myself, I went to the Bon Marché. Yarn was on sale, how am I supposed to resist?? Good yarns too! So I splurged more than I should have but I am an aspiring Bad Ass Knitter and well IT WAS ON SALE. I did show some restraint too. I can't say the same for the rest of the ladies there- the place was MOBBED. It turns out there was no Silk Garden 84, so I put that idea on hold and got Anny Blatt French angora in this gorgeous Monet Watercolors blend. I got it thinking Mittenettes, I now realize I was hopped up on finding Orange leaves during the walk over (they have special powers like brown mushrooms- who knew). I also got some Muget, not a good hand yarn but sparkly and when knit with something else it should be a great accent, though if it didn’t feel so plasticky it would be a great dense hat or the like. I went over to look at Phildar, I liked the Cashmere Wool they have (Capuchin is a great color) but even on sale it was too much for me to risk it (it was 4 euros for 25g). After which I went to my favorite Bon Marché Lady. Marie, Marie is awesome. I ADORE her, completely. She is sweet smart and helpful. I got the Noro Knits book. I am sure to make something from it at some point *cough* Butterfly *cough* And then I restrained myself as I almost got the Felted tweed to make Elfin. Instead I got the Kidsilk Classic to make Fern! I am obsessed with wrappy things! The yarn was only 40 euros! I like using only in there cause well 40 euros can go a long way... And then I left because if I didn’t I was going to fall into the deep dark abyss of overdraft charges. Even more startling though I got Kidsilk Classic in light pink! I am not a girly girl, I only recently began thinking skirts were ok. I spent all of my childhood, much to Mother’s chagrin being the best tomboy you could ask for. And my mother doing that whole it’s a girl she MUST want frilly PINK things for EVERYTHING... Let’s just say coming home from summer camp (10 years of age) to find my room painted pink, my curtains dyed pink, a mauve ceiling fan installed and pink canopy bed linens- all without consulting me, I decided pink was NOT my color. I was however stuck with that room in it's status for 8 years. However, as a kink of fate, I actually look good in pink, it would go with a fair amount of my clothes too. And I find Pink to be an ironic color... so we are attempting to break down the bias and incorporate it back into my life with moderation (not a topic my mother is familiar with). I had thought about red or orange, but Marie didn’t have any of those options and well I got the Pink saying don’t start the project and you can blog a poll on it. But really I don’t think I am going to take a poll. I think that the pink will do me good and I am going to stick with it. If I don’t like it I'll go get the divine Pumpkin orange cashmerino aran I saw and wanted to abscond with. I also switched out a ball of baby cashmerino in Pink (didn’t touch it for Daydream) and got a pretty eggplant replacement. But that brings me to my problem. I decided to pretend like I have a stash. I even took pictures. I have learned two things from this experience. One- I have LOTS of single balls of a yarn. What the hell does one do with one ball?? You call them a melange stash (it sounds more chic). And then I realized lots of them were in hand wound balls. Way back before I knew anything about knitting but my mother visiting went to the store with me, she shifted like she would buy a winder and a swift for me. I hadn’t a clue what they were so I just shrugged my shoulders and she bought alpaca yarn (that is in my storage unit) instead. Now I am wishing I had that winder, I like pretty wound balls (that sounds dirty, who am I kidding I am dirty). Anyways my stash it all fits in one of the small Bon Marché bags and once the last bits of Cecila and the Kidsilk are out of it well it’s a bag of remnants, but it's my stash and there it is. Now as a result of a freezing computer and my inability to read (my dissertation deadlines- NOT when I thought they were; panic, Panic, PANIC) I have much less time than expected. Hence the blog sans pictures (can't resize them and can't upload em either, but hopefully next week). I am getting there but burning the candle at both ends in the mean time. Needless to say I am not knitting this week. After I make it through this week the foulness should go down a notch and I should be able to breathe. And thanks to Adele (who is so kind as to scan the English version of pretty wrappy top- which it sounds like the translations are a bit humorous) I am hoping to have a hack at this green pile of yarn, its a long weekend (that whole daylight savings time bullshit and a French holiday) so I have no excuse. It is getting cold enough that I want to wear it too. I wouldn't mind freeing up the needles either. Nor starting Fern, which in all fairness should not be started until I can at least get all the pieces of pretty wrappy top done. So (in my best French Porky Pig voice, seriously the dubbing on that is HILARIOUS) Th-th-th-that’s all Folks!

Friday, October 22, 2004

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep

Yes that is the sound of the tecnhical gadgets confirming I am brain dead... More accurately, I am brain dead in the computer lab on a Friday night. Don't say it I already know... I have no life. In my defense I went out to a bar last night (till 1am) to talk with my friend that hooked me up with the International Organisation job. We had fun, but also it was a mission- HOW do I GET this job chica?? And today I have been a good girl *pats self on the back for something she should have done ages ago* I got one more of the smaller sections for the Dissertation done, or mostly done. After working on it, let me tell you I want to tell the black/informal/grey/TIBUKU or whatever other name you want to give it, economic sector in both France and Italy to go suck my big black duck. They are complicating my analyses with the word limit I've got to the point of a veritable nightmare. But it is break time, cause if I research any more things about labor market rigidities and employment regulations I am going to start getting nasty! And you can follow my foul mind without having to work too hard. So I am blog surfing, cause that is what us fake-productive people do. What do I keep seeing, but mittenettes. Now it isn't cold here yet (the weather for the past two days has been GORGEOUS) but its gonna be and soon. And mittenettes sound like a good project to stick in the bag. They don't sound like they are going to set me back a wad of cash, they shouldn't take a lifetime. Oh yeah and the pattern is in ENGLISH (yes Pretty Wrappy Top is sitting there in a pretty pile hogging up a chunk of my limited needle collection waiting for me to Thunk through it still). Combine this with the fact that on the way home last night I saw publicité in the Metro. The Bon Marche are having the TBM through tomorrow which means that there will prolly be yarn on sale... so I get to get out of the flat, take pictures of a Parisian Fall day and go to my LYS. But what is all this muddled chatter about? Do I have a point? (well I don't have to if I don't want to as this is my blog... but I do! So There :P) The Bon Marche has Noro Silk Garden. Now I see the colors on everyones projects that I covet particularly Klaralund. And Claudia's Butterfly, but that is not Noro Yarn that is her yarn and how I want me some of it!!! But I digress. I am in deep abiding love with the Noro Silk Garden colorway 84. While I have touched it once and it didn't feel like divinity, however it's purty and I still want to give it a try. See where I am going?? Smell the cookies right under the nose?? I was thinking Silk Garden in pretty color could be perfect for oh I don't know... Mittenettes. I figured this would be a one skein project, and that is about the limit of my Noro budget at Bon Marche prices. All in the knitting world aligns perfectly... *erm* well almost all. Now comes the *real* brain dead part, I might be a chatty Cathy but I do circle back around at some point!!! The pattern calls for worsted weight yarn, gives no yardage and no gauge. That is ok it is a fly by the seat of your pants pattern; I am a fly by the seat of my pants kind of gal! But I have forgotten my 5 minute fiber 101 course from beginning knitting. I can't remeber what gauge worsted yarn is supposed to be and I don't know what gauge or "type" of yarn Silk Garden is. Sure I could go look that stuff up, but it wouldnt get me comments (and if I was being all serious graduate student I'd say I can't as when I am done with this post I will be going to revise what I just wrote and edit it some- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA). Cause I am honest about things, it's because I am lazy and I am feeling like an attention attracting diva. So does anyone know what weight of yarn Silk Garden is considered and want to leave a comment to a nice lonely gal such as myself??? Pretty please avec un cerise

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Ceci C’est L’Automne!

Want to hear my favorite joke? I knew you did. How many ADD kids does it take to screw in a light bulb? Wanna Ride Bikes?? So yes, I have a new color fascination- it goes well with my green fetish too. Pumpkin. I want to make something orange. Not construction worker all attention to the ta-ta’s orange, but a spicy hearty pumpkin color. This is how I know that Autumn is really here. I am walking around blowing clouds of air; I want to be drinking spiced wine and chocolat chaud ancient style (the divinity of getting melted chocolate to mix your steamed milk into to your tastes…); I want a piece of banana nut bread slathered in cream cheese frosting (the real kind not the “plastic no refrigeration or expiration date” kind) I HAVE to find someone with an oven to trade something for it's use. How I want cranberry orange muffins (ok, I want those year round but still…) So far Paris is more about it drizzling grey and leaves flipping from green to jaundiced yellow overnight. There isn’t a lot of savoring the change here. It is happening no doubt, it’s just not the same. I miss the Fall colors. Regardless it does not stop me from going to the café to curl up with my research (better than the flat, even if I should be saving my centimes) and work. It does not stop me from switching my color preferences to my Autumn palate. I want to wear things in a deep plum, in a jeweled tone burgundy, a spiced pumpkin, a toffee colored café, a vivid cranberry and of course an earthy green. But I decided I was going to play. Cause today even though I don’t have internet at home. I have PICTURES. First this is my Yummy scarf. Its big its yummy and its warm. I need to learn to remember that its not near as cold as I think it will be when I get out of bed. I dont know what happend to my cheeks in this photo I swear I wasn't attacked by bees or anything.
Yummy Scarf! Nuff Said.
Also after looking through my first interweave knits (thank you Jenanne) I saw a cute tank top. An all lace tanktop by Veronik Avery (forgot that photo, sorry) but I was not to be deterred. I had a ball of Cotton Glace left over from Misty and well since Pretty Wrappy Top was on Halt. I haven’t decided if Tutti Frutti should be a two or three ball scarf (photos in another post), and ummm yeah I had nothing else in the works I decided to try me some lace. I would like to make it known here and now to all lace... I soooo beat the vine lace pattern's ass into a hole-y pulp. You see those holes I meant for every single one of em to be there and they make a pattern. HA take that! I knit up all the yarn I had left. I love that little V edging and damn if I don’t want to make it into a scarf or something now... I even went on to rip out some of the Mohair I had test knit up and try the lace out in the mohair. (What ever am I going to make with only one ball of it anyways?)
Holes Cause I wanted them THERE
Now for the quicklife update as most other knitting is on hold: I went to the French Foreign Ministry breakfast. Even after having to scream out my window at three am, and two metro lignes interrompu- I got there on time. Boo-YA! But not so much breakfast as the French don’t really “DO” breakfast. Nothing fancy, but there was an "attempt" at banana nut bread that I ate with my orange juice. And the buildings they all look like palaces its great! It looks like they like me and my stuttery French, as they asked if I would be able to start next week. Erm so I am thinking I have the stagaire even if I should be working on the thesis more…
See that Globe I WANT it
On that whole thesis. I am pulling an elegant ostrich move. Slowly but surely… I go to my café (Café Psycho- no really that is its name) and manage to plagiarize *erm* I mean write little bits of this last chapter. They have a rocking dog there. She loves me I give her bits of my Financier for sitting down :)
My Cafe Friend- Tchika
Randomness?? An Italian friend of mine is moving to Paris for a few months so that will me nice, I lurve Paolo. He is nice, he is cute and he is a fun half Italian half American kind of academic guy. Plus he makes me laugh and smile, and I like people like that. I have mailed my SP3 gift, diggity yeah me! And the post cards will go in the mail tomorrow. It really did do me good to check something off the list. Attempting also to check of French Consulate... Noos.f*****r... well as you may guess I have not been able to bring myself to actually go and deal with them again yet. My fragile soul can't handle that negitivity and irritation right now, and I need time to think up colorful adjectives to use. I may just tell them to completely shove it as a friend of mine I think has wrangled me a full time paid job with an International Organization. So yeah ummm I'd move back to Italy and be working in what I research... yeah for Rebecca. So ummm that is all good but I am going to have to make some decisions here soon, and not so fun ones. If you haven’t noticed I am a great decision maker when not under pressure or impulse and overwhelmed by choice. ARGH So I haven’t a clue what will happen in the next two months but the continue to promise to be a crazy and wild deal. But for you TV fans who want to know about the scary French "fashion" man from Queer Guy alla Française. This is the guy who with a straight face said tying a cardigan around your shoulders is passé. You should twist it up like a towel (before you smack someone in the ass with it) and then choke yourself with it. This is why I am not fashionable. I took a picture of my screen with his hair. Really this was RIGHT before they started swinging his arms about singing IN THE NAVY... Yeah and that is a wife beater he's got on. Seriously guys I wish I could make this shit up but I am NOT that creative.
I was going to try a mouse over but couldnt figure it out- Sorry to scare you all.
And closing it up... just for Wendy we have L’Eponge Bob. I recently found out the denizen herself has me on her links page and well when I saw this I knew L'eponge had to come to you.
I take pictures of my TV and Many other insane things when bored

Friday, October 15, 2004

Enough Whinging and Bitching On This Blog.

Here are the things I am grateful for: Great knitting blogger buddies! You are all absolutely phenomenal. You have made me smile and warm me to the bottom of my knitting soul. And you know who you are, each and every one of you!!! My credit union people- I am no longer the psychotic jumping off Pont Neuf lady. I am broke (builds a grad student's character right??) thanks to the fees but all is reinstituted with my account. Broke, check; psychotic, check; jumping off ¨Pont Neuf- not today :) Have you joined a credit union yet? SOOOO Worth it Y'All!!! This blog for making me laugh my ass off. Go Stitchy Mc. Yarn Pants! http://yarnpants.blogspot.com/2004/10/museum-of-kitschy-stitches-vol-ii-you.html Ben and Jerry’s Icecream. I caved and treated myself to Oatmeal Cookie Dough. Divinity has been found! Cinnamon Icecream, Oatmeal Cookie Dough and bits of Chocolate (caramel would have been better), in the cold. Put a spring in my step. Voting. I always thought it was a big deal, but being an “expat” in today’s world, my vote means that much more. Sitting down to read the pamphlet, looking up information on both sides and making my decisions; all make me feel like I am a citizen. Marion Winik’s book Rules for the Unruly: Living an Unconventional Life. It is my bible. French Macaroons- F*CK being broke, I am getting me a La Duree cookie today. I am worth it damnit! Walking daily from the Pantheon to rue St. Michel and having a straight view of the Luxembourg Gardens and Eiffel Tower. Even better when I need a break at night and go to watch the Tower sparkle! The very nice university security men who let me stay in the computer lab last night (waiting desperately for the email from my bank) well after it is supposed to shut. He said I could stay till they shut the building (5 hours later!). I have hot water in the shower and water pressure. It's not perfect but infinitely better. The power of a pissed landlord, the power of a SHOWER!! Jumping my own ass to accomplish some of the little things; like sending posties and my SP3 gift, damn I have been meaning to do that for a while! For having knit this three years ago. I LOVE that scarf (pictures to come soon). It's pretty, I feel all fashionable wearing it, it is fuzzy softness incarnate and warm. Music, I love dancing and bouncing around the apartment. No one is looking and I don’t care if they are. I am dancing because I cannot control my body around music, and I feel better having danced a bit. I got my first Interweave Knits Mag from Jenanne today- you made my day for walking in the rain. I smiled when opening the post box By the time I hit send on this post I will have finished the applications from hell and passed two deadlines. There may be more of em this month, but I am going to savour this evening before I think about tomorrow.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

The Drama Queen Has Left The Building

Ok so first things first, I need to thank everyone for putting up with my tirade yesterday. I know I am not supposed to post but I was in a full blown pity party at Old Mac Donalds Farm yesterday (here a crap there a crap everywhere a crap crap!). Life was out to get me and all that other kind of BS. And I couldn't let that rest. I am not a gracious host to pity parties nor do I intend to spend a day of my life as the victim. It turns out I was making a bigger deal than necessary out of things for no reason. I self-resolved the whole thing by looking at the calendar. It was Wednesay not Thursday as my freaking the hell out brain was saying. I had some grace time, you know time to procr-ASS-tinate :) That took some of the pressure off for 2-3 seconds. I also noticed that I was in the starting grasps of a full blown migrane, the kind that reduces me to mumbling incoherent playdough and gives Mt. St. Helens a run for her money. It had been so long since one had flown down the tarmac that I completely failed to notice the pilot circling the cabeza. I did however manage to catch it in time. I got me some milk (serious I get crabby with out the dairy) chugged that liter like a beer bong pro and popped 3 Aleeve. Chez Tink we do not mess with the migrane; we show it immediate R-E-S-P-E-C-T. We pop the drugs like we were a former gymnast that subsisted on vitamin I (I for Ibuprofen); wait I was :) And by 11pm last night I was doing much better! I even finished one of those stupid competency things and confirmed some one would lie about me having interpersonal skills (besides the ones I employ to tell people off) and say "yes I knew her when she managed the president of Botswana. She saved the world from a great dust mite plague and knew about our religions too." One down other two started. This WILL get done by Friday. And then I saw the nice comments and well even though my bank stateside faked me out saying everything would be fixed and now saying no it's not and freaking me the F*CK out, I send my eternal gratitude and thanks to you all. Cause I smiled for one itsy bitsy moment. And now for the lightning round of Q and A: Anna:My dear thank you so much for the offer, but the flat has nothing besides my DVD player to watch on and well without internet access I was too late. I am going to go look up the spin and see if there is any live stream of it online. Polly- Plumbers... I could have done with out French Plumber's Crack to be honest. I am sure this will all be a funny story about 6 months from now. But to answer the real question. No I haven't gotten the book yet, loans don't get here for a while. It is ketchup pasta time :) I as always agree with you though. Learning in person would be better, but I gots to get this sweater off to munchkin before she grows out of it! it is the 6-12 mo size and she is already a hearty 2 mo. Life is sometimes suboptimal :) Froggy: You warmed the itty bitty bottom of my heart right there. Knitty buds really are the best. Thet hear you bitch and say I want to send you cheer!! Email me your addy and it is postie time for you!! Adele- Pretty Wrappy Top is a pattern from none other than Phildar Tendances Automne. My version (probably the reason the thing is not done yet, is in French. But I believe you can get them in English if you google it I am sure you will fid a vendor) La: I am SOOOO glad my capacity and proclivity to speak my mind and do so like a sailor brings you back. Trust me much to my mother's prim chagrin it hasn't gone anywhere in the past 15+ years. As for a button look at the top of the left column take it be nice and do let me know where it is homed. And with that I am back to trying to clean up the rest of the messes o' plenty in my life. I can bitch as long as I am trying to fix it right??

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Disaster Piece Theater

I think the blog is going to be AWOL till next week. I promise knitting content then. I am not having a good day and it is grumping me out. So please ignore and continue on to the store, I need someone to get me the cheese to go with my Whines :) There will be no internet access since my NOOS.fr (or as I call them PUTAIN.f****r) account is FUBAR (their fault, but won't fix) and I can't do a damn thing till they call me back. Which means I do not get to watch the debate tonight, nor can I use the internet to research at home or fix the posts that Blogger is MUNCHING. Sorry for the funked up post below; will try to fix it at some point. How the hell did it get to be Thursday? I have an application due tomorrow, that whole manage a president one. I know I need do it to but right now I don't want to. I have to make up three stories that can be verified by people about my skills (problem solving etc...). They are around 1500-2000 words for each question. This shit is a pain in my ass; I HATE job hunting things. I don't use hate often so I really do mean it. I do NOT self market well. I only wrap myself up in bows for special people and then only under special circumstances. After pitching all hell and yelling temper tantrums in the NOOS store, I made complete ass out of myself with the French Foreign Ministry contact. I am pretty sure he likes me as he personally called to confirm I would be going to the breakfast. So he could talk with me about the stagaire position. Only good thing from the call is that he gave me the right time, to be on time. WTF you want me there at 8:30 AM now. Let's all say a hearty Fuckity Fuck Fuck!! I was so aggitated from the whole trying to tell Noos *censor REALLY impolite phrase- feel free to look for it in the comments* to "fix" things my French was enough out of whack for him to say "Having difficulty with your French today?" GREAT everyone... this stagaire is requires me to speak the French. Yeah for great telephone impressions! I have 3000 words left to write for the thesis, that were due yesterday (not really but you get the idea). Writing does not happen while you have your head in the sand. Anyone got a firm boot or pair of shit kickers on? I could use a whack at the ever expanding pinata (ie my ass) with em. Sidenote- in that Amazon order I can't afford to buy with the Finishing Bible will be one or two DVDs. I only have 3 here and I am not allowed to watch Bridget Jones again for a while (let alone twice in a row, in one night). I love Colin Firth and I want my own Mr. Darcy NOW. Does not lift my spirits, in this time of cranky stress. Does teach me how to drink vodka. The good things for today cause I can't leave it all piss and vinegar... Kae is beyond doubt one of them. I lurve, love, loave you lots!! It made my day your help and email. You rock all da hizouzes (that promptly ends my rapping career) My landlord was PISSED when he saw things and he made way to look like his tranquil self was going to go apeshit on the syndicat and plomberie people. He wants the leak fixed faster than I do. And he really is the sweetest extraordinary proprietaire. So there is hope I will get to shower again, in the future. I got my absentee ballot *does happy dance* It made the non-essential goose chase on the Metro that Noos sent me on a bit more entertaining. And for the political science geek in me that was freaked I would not be able to vote (therefore not able to bitch- the horrors) I sent my ballot off today. Yeah my vote WILL be counted!!! And in my "I am sure shit is worse than my life, do something nice for someone else you pity party pooper" mode; I picked up 5 post cards to randomly send to RAOK people. Should anyone else reading this far and not be a part of RAOK want one leave a comment with your email and I will contact you for info to send one.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Blah Blah Blah

My ass drageth, never let it be said I do not put the ass in procrASStinate. I have 3 deadlines this week and they are all pressing. So I guess it is good I work best under pressure… hell who am I kidding I only work under pressure. First and Foremost:
I have to send a VERY BIG THANK YOU to Kae who is covering mon cul in a big tarp kind of way (read me being stupid, her making it better). This goes way above and beyond the call of duty; it is much more than a cookbook; one of my favorite desserts. Probably confirms I am a snob, but I love it. I will try to add something else but not for a week or so.
Tutti Frutti:
After ripping her out, I knit her right back up during the debate last week. I haven’t really done much more since then on this scarf. It is a little over a ball and I am liking it, though it probably is a bit too wide. No way in hell I am ripping it back out though. I think I will use all three balls for it.
Day Dream: Some people might be under the impression that my knitting might be enviable; but my finishing is not, and it is PISSING me off! Where oh where is the Finishing Brigade?? Remedial finishing knitting class, needed right here. Once I get my loans, before I buy yarn, I am buying me the finishing book everyone says is the bible! I sat down with the sleeves to attempt mattress stitch. I had the great Knitty explanation. I was stoked… I could NOT get it to work. It looked horrid and I was having serious issues with the increases on the sleeve. So I gave up and tried the stick the two bits together and "stitch." Stitch is in quotations as I have no clue what kind of stitch. I just took the yarn snaking it back and forth up the sleeve. The first one turned out somewhat acceptable the second one well... I am not happy. You take a look and feel free to tell me if I am being an out of control perfectionist or not.
Better One
Bad Seam
Pretty Wrappy Top: Well in all honesty folks we are about 3 minutes from HALT mode. However on a positive note, I am 95% done with the pointy needle knitting; belt and that is it! And for that my fingers are eternally grateful. I have finished the ribbing for the two front pieces. I have played with the pattern and numbers for the back and for the front repeatedly. It is irritating as all hell as I thought I had cracked some bits of the equation, but I am either 2-4 stitches over or under. Enough to make me batty. Since I already have a permanent residence visa there, it says a lot. So until there is a mathematical miracle or I figure this out… I am knitting Tutti Frutti.
HAHAHA I triumph over pointy needles!
Fidgety Me:
After the scarf… well there is nothing in the line up to knit. I don’t have any yarn (accessible) and I don’t have any project set up. So it is time to let my ADHD self off the leash. I am out to make Tigger look like he has popped a valium while smoking pot. That is right; I bounce like no ones business.
For the observant among you, you have noticed that I have been switching my Lustful Desires photo often recently. I did not name this blog Fidgety Knitting without just reason. There are lots of things I want to make and the most appealing right now are from the Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk selection. And since I can’t afford the yarn for a while, I keep changing my mind. I saw this as I was walking the streets Sunday, they wanted 260 euros! I have to say it looks so pretty, but I am NOT paying that price. Instead it makes me want to make Lara.
Don't I look like Lara?

And with that random entry I bid you adieu. I have an application to finish and a chapter to write, plus all sorts of other things I don’t want to do but my ostrich method is not accomplishing. And if I don't get cracking I will hate myself in the morning. I already have enough problems with morning as it is, so I cannot tempt le fate ignorante! *** I love my life, really I do, well some days :)

***that chest belongs to one of my favorite Italian actors, in one of my favorite Italian films. Drool with me for a moment over the divne Stefano Accorsi. Sorry that the film site is in German, but he is great and so is the film.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Fantabulous Life Chez Tink

Once I have a pattern damn do I churn stockinette out like a maniac. I sat down and poof I was done... look at that there are two sleeves. I am currently on the flotilla home from Sleeve Island. Take care Tatoo, I'll see you again soon!!!
I Said Sleeve Me Alone
On to the next challenge. I say bring it on.... *erm* I say oh dear... I spent last night staring at paper hoping it would start talking to me like a howler (that is a Harry Potter reference for ya :) Please Crack the Rosetta Stone I prayed. Crack that sucker into all the right pieces. So I am up to armhole shaping on the back... and while I think I cracked some of it- I am guessing I didn't get all of it. Math never my best academic topic. No matter how I try the maths are not adding up, I am 4 stitches off. Sure I can figure out how to knock those 4 off easy (I should have a role in the Sopranos or something with that line), but I don't want to screw things up. I am retentive like that. But seriously I gots me a debate to stay up and watch. I MUST HAVE THE KNITTING. Since I couldn't figure it out and didn't want to do it wrong... I went back to my drug habit. I have a serious valium ribbing addiction, it's just like huffing paint thinner. I need to get me some serious detox and to a yarn therapist soon. Otherwise I am going to have dreams about the pointy needles running after me again.
Nope it's not a caterpillar; It's the start of Front 1.
Not one to let that get in my way I started a mindless portable knitting project. I have been needing me one of those. This is part of the yarn I got from Special Store. To me it is a novelty yarn, but I guess there were patterns to make tank tops out of it. This is my first experience with a thick and thin yarn. It was enteresting in the beginnning and has gotten better since. I knit this on my one hour each way bus ride to the dentist (Yes he is worth it, no I don't fear him. He is a lovely man, who teaches me dentist French). Even better it helped prevent me from getting nauseaous on the ride. See since I have gotten older riding in buses that I am not driving while doing the herky jerky can make me want to go gerky gerky. I knit it in garter stitch as after playing around a bit with it I think that stitch makes the most of the thick thin texture and shows the colors (which looks pretty true in this image) off pretty.
It's name is Tutti Frutti, Cause I said it is.
Unfortunately right after I took this photo I ripped it. Why would I do an insane thing like that? I was researching and it was rip the yarn or rip my hair. I didn't know if I could pull off the Sinead look, and there is not a buddhist nunnery I am aware of here so I ripped the yarn... Ok so that is just a story but I had to make something more entertaining up as the whole I cast on too many stitches and it is too wide thing makes me look stupid for doing that much of it up. But I love the texture and the colors, even if I would like more of that popping fuschia.
See the Pretty Colors- Dontcha want Bubble Gum now??
And other happenings Chez Tink you ask? Well besides world domination and a better way of life through knitting of course... Today by the kindness invested in me by the Goddess of Parisian apartments, I bring you adventures in languages. Not as exciting as in color but hey what do you think I do create miracles? So... I might not have improved my knitting French today, but I have improved my plumbing French. See that Tinkle Tinkle sound, wasn't me on the potty. It was Chinese Water Torture, otherwise known as water dripping from the ceiling in my shower. See Kerstin you aren't the only one blogging about "bathroom rennovations." I had a very entertaining call about 3 weeks ago with the plumbing people about how I had water dripping from the ceiling. Only in that discussion I could NOT remember the word for ceiling. I could remember all my expletives but not ceiling. And no talking in circles was expressing it to the lady on the phone, (for all eternity forwards I will remember the word Plafond). Thank the goddess she sent someone out anyways. And this fine morning Mr. Plomber-Homme came to my flat to give me a heart attack. He comes in the flat tinkers around and then asks for a knife...hmmmmm. He proceeds to cut off the vent on the ceiling through which said water was dripping and then starts mumbling. Trust me "Ah Putain" said repeatedly is not the best of impressions for your plumber to present. And you really don't want it followed by him going downstairs and returning with a SAW. He proceeded to put down plastic liner and next thing I knew he was hacking away at the drywall in the ceiling. MMMMM the smell of mold and breakfast. Way to start this non-morning persons morning.
Anyone else want to shower in there first?? Wussies!
Hi y'all I have a 2ftx2ft shower and a big gaping hole that looks like a Metro Rat could drop on me. I will spare you the close up cause it is SCARY. Like I don't already have enough DSMIII established mental issues you want to add that to my list of nightmares??? Yes my shower will look like that for at least the next two months... Can anyone say sponge shower? Nope I couldn't either. Damn good thing the pool is just around the corner. Showers for everyone a la piscine!!
Come out, Come out, Where ever you are...
So after all that (and dissertation revisions) you might guess that Fridays have little to no meaning for me... But this week they do. I must send out a big thanks to Annie for my RAOK of the day. She sent me two audible books for download. I love books and recently have not read a single one that wasnt related to female employement, reconciliation policies and changing labor market and family structures. This will be so novel. I used to listen to the Dalai Lama on CD on my way to work (that shows you how great that job situation was- I need the Dalai Lama to make it to work... not a good sign people). And audible ones sound perfect to knit to. I might even join the digital world one of these days and get me an MP3 player too. Even better they should cover up the Tinkle Tinkle Tinkle that now that my shower has no drywall ceiling are more plentiful and louder.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Take A Good Look

Cause *this* is the closest you are probably ever going to see me to SPEECHLESS. Ok now that cognitive speech has been restored... brace yourself for link central. I am here to tell you I have been RAOK’ed with in one itsy bitsy centimetre of my life. Were all the nice things with school, even if they are putting a heaping on my plate enough? That echo you hear would be a resounding NO. When it rains it pours. It’s raining men- Hallelujah; no Tink… that’s not going to work. Can you tell I live up the street from a Karaoke bar?? I haven’t been singing at it but I have heard the Grease Compilation song played TWELVE TIMES IN A ROW (I counted) at TWO AM one “night” :) So after joining RAOK on Saturday; I have gotten whammied with 5 RAOKing RAOKs! WOW!!!! First was Jenanne who posted up that she had extra patterns to anyone wanted them. She had a copy of 2004 Summer Interweave Knit. Since I hadn’t seen Interweave Knits- I asked if she was willing to post to France. Yeah- I gots me an Interweave Knits right here buddy, in the mail! Next right before bedtime was Polly. Hear ye Hear ye; All ye All ye. Get thy derriere straight to All Tangled Up and worship at the feet of Goddess Polly. Honto Pronto Tonto!! Polly not even in RAOK has RAOKed me with in an inch of my sweater. The divine wonderfulness she is has helped me crack the Rosetta Stone (well her and a nice rabbit). And because of that I can kinda proceed with Pretty Wrappy Top. When I woke up Monday morning I had a funny card from KnitSteph- what better “good morning” wake-up call could I ask for. The sun was shining and I was walking through the Parisian streets (sometimes living here can numb you a bit, but not this morning!). It was perfect. Next on the daily tour of my life, at jail erm… I mean the library … working away at getting my motors started… I checked my email and what did I find?? A gift certificate from Lisa Y to Adagio Teas!! So when Fall really does come (and she will shortly) a nice glass of yummy tea with a pastry and a knitting project in my lap at the café- that is soooo going to make my day.
As if that wasn’t enough- when I got home I looked in the post box. Not only were there no bills, but there was an Avis de Postage. My yarn from the SPECIAL STORE is here!!! The Special Store is amazing! They made a change to my order because I was a numbnut, got it out the door in record time. I picked it up on the way home and here it is. I have yarn today fondle people. Norma even made me giggle before I went to bed.
For Fondling Only
I woke up at god o hundred this morning and had my interview for a position with the French Foreign Ministry… and I don’t think I flubbed too bad. There were a few too many "um’s" and "donc’s" for my liking but what the hell do they expect from me that early in the morning :) It isn’t paid, which could pose a problem at some point. But for now… it could be a great experience and looks good on the CV. We’ll see what they think.
Then as I was waning - waking up early is hard yo! Waking up early for a grilling is harder. Going through the grilling in French, it’s exhausting. Tired or not, I went straight to work afterwards. That’s right me = efficiency central. Stop your snickering :) I managed to finish up the revisions and reorganizations I believe. However, at this point the only thing separating me from sleep was the thought of my head making a big thud on my laptop in the silent doctoral library. I checked emails to try and spike me up. What was there, but a beautiful card. Emma how’d you know I love Magnolias?
This photo is for you: It is a magnolia from the Luxembourg Gardens, taken on one of my runs this past spring. A run I was heckled during for wearing a Camelback- make that a run I was heckled at in THREE languages. I startled them when I snapped back in each language. DUDE do NOT heckle the Camelback :) Oh and then stared at for being on the grass- Pelouse Interdit it says…
Pretty Gardens Blooming
And then right before I wrote this post up I saw a link to Yarn Club of the Month - yeah I am sooo in buddies. Well if they ship to France :) I was looking up what other kind of yarn but FUZZY yarn, I thought to myself… Self- that Jaeger Chamonix might be nice to try… And what is the yarn Numero Uno for this month?? Could the flag be any REDDER? At $7 a month and an exit at any time policy (i.e. read if the student loans people come after me) it is a no brainer. Of course as no knitting post is complete here at Fidgety Knitting without photos of Pretty Wrappy Top. And thanks to the good kindness of Ms. Polly and my firm policy of separation between work and home (kind of like the separation between church and state) I am now able to bring you green sleeve Numero Uno! And only Uno as I had new yarn to play with!!!
Green Sleeve Numero Uno
How did I get past the Phildar Block and create green sleeve Numero Uno you might ask? Well I took the information Polly shared with me after deciphering Rosetta Stone and applied it to paper in a visual I could well… visualize. I think once I stare at the Phildar version real hard it might make sense. And then of course I brought out my counter. Cause every time I went hmmm… she was right and there were the number of stitches that I was supposed to have. Polly makes magic y’all!
Yeah I am a Geek; What of it?
So my Monday effin RAOKed!!! How often can you say that?? Today went pretty good too!!! What a way to start the week. I am feeling so lucky and special right now. I am even enjoying sitting here listening to the rain. However, I have already used up my weekly quota of exclamation points in this one post and if I don’t end it now, I am going to start gushing and that just would totally crack that façade I try to maintain… :)

Saturday, October 02, 2004

I Will Prevail

Ok so it's not as catchy as "I Will Survive" in the Karaoke box, but bear with me... it has been a bit of a rollercoaster weekend; knitting and otherwise, really good and so-so. Most of the weekend was spent on and off tidying up the mess from my furied frenzy. Determined to enjoy the sun I went for a run and once home I opened the window to let the crisp air in. Then I checked my email; turns out I was nominated for a Presidential Management Fellowship (I will leave comments about how I wish to "manage" this President for another day). AND the nice people over at RAOK opened the ring back up. I am joining in the RAOKing fun. WHEEEEE..... *she says hands up in the air, waiving around like a maniac* I rode higher and higher on the rollercoaster whilst doing a whack dance around the flat. I found a Rowan Pattern (for Daydream- see below) and it was in English and French. Yup I knew all those terms... I could read and knit this! And then the ride down a bit... It confirmed my issue with the Phildar pattern are not knitting terms. It is the style of pattern writing and figuring out what it is exactly that they want me to do... fun, Fun, FUN. Forget deflation I said; I went back to the simple stockinette knitting on the back. There are only so many cranial concussions I can handle in one day and I had 12 more cm to do anyways. Back and forth, back and forth. It was mind numbing- just what I needed. Especially when watching old French "claymation" cartoons of tap dancing hats (Chapi Chapo for those who are really interested- seriously it is much saner to watch the Hair Bear Bunch on their invisible motorcycle). Really I think they put acid in the water on this side of the pond, I am serious. I almost want to write my dissertation on EU Water Purification Policy now... *Almost*... Really I would post a picture of Pretty Wrappy Top, but she looks just like she did last time only with 8cm more of stockinette. So what else does the fidgety girl who does NOT want to work on her research do. She turns to the web and surfs like a kick-ass one armed banshee! I can hear the communications now: Houston we have a problem. Umm yeah NASA we couldn't stop her, she made it past the infrared rays to THIS yarn store... Oh.Mi.God! GGH at affordable prices. Almost 50% of what sites in the states were quoting- even with the exchange rate! A new line of yarn to learn about. Do you see this yarn, or this yarn, or this yarn. Hell yes I bought yarn (no groceries for this week :) At 4.5 euros a ball each (shipping included) for 6 balls how can I complain. I got one ball out of each yarns posted and 3 other balls that will either be made into something (for me or SP) or go to SP. So no letting that yarn out of the bag. I am really really excited about fondling the new yarn. Hee Hee... I bought fuzzy yarn. I have no self restraint, but at least I am honest about it :) I thinks I mights needs another self-help group for fuzzy-holics. Hi my name is Tink and I have a fuzzy yarn fetish. (No keeping track of all the groups; that is what the Psychaitrist is for) I want all the fuzzy warm yarns I can find. I want Mohair. I want Angora. I want Cashmerino Aran. I want Kid Soft. I want Cashmere. I want them ALL. BWAHAHAHA. So yes ummm... I am realizing it has become a bit of an obsession that well has possessed me like no other. See Doctor it all started when I tried on this Wrappy Top at Monsoon. Funny thing with Wrappy Tops in the store they almost never look good on me. But this one I WANT. Yes I have fallen in love with an inanimate object and I am not ashamed to admit it to the whole knitting blogdom. Next thing I knew I was fixated; I still am. I photographed it as best I could so that once I learn how to design I can recreate it. It was made out of 80%angora 20%acrylic. Fuzzy warm goodness. Tink likey! I bought Cecilia (thinking it would be fuzzier) and the GGH Kid Mohair to see what their fuzzy goodness is like. But next up on the list is going to have to be an Angora..
Drool, it is Color and it is Fuzzy!
Lest this post be devoid of REAL knitting photos; I bring you Daydream from Rowan 's Babies Book. What you say you know nothing of this project... well that is because it has been "finished" for about 3 months- well waiting for me to finish it. The Academic Director of my Graduate School had a baby on August 22nd. Miss Teyha, and this sweater is for her! I chose one that looked pretty but simple. It had a bit of lace detailing; I wasn't afraid of lace at that point in my knitting life. That lace bit SO beat my ass into papyrus pulp the first (4) time(s) I had a hack at it. But I worked my way through and I really love it. It is of course a Rowan pattern, but I made it with Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino. I love that yarn!
This is not Miss Teyha
Today in my fit of "do something real," I decided to try blocking one of the pieces. You know a test run to see if I knew what I was doing. I soaked it in some water (with an itsy-bitsy bit of fabric softener- I dont know why it seemed right), wringed it out, went and pinned it down, covered it with a bit of the towel and steam ironed over it, then leaving it to dry. If it works like I hope I will set out the other bits and pieces before I go to jail tomorrow... erm I mean the library :)
Yes I am Pin Happy- What of it?
Oh and if you haven't already. Go and show Kate some Matronly Love. She is no longer in sin and that stole... It really is GORGEOUS. And she does too have cute hair! Oh Kate no more taking the ring off ok :)

Friday, October 01, 2004

Gremlins

Ok so first they ran off with my scissors (the ones that weren't WMD possessed by the British Transit Authorities). I could handle that, I use the knife… but this time they went too far. I don’t care how cute Gizmo is; when I find him he is going in the frying pan. Yes my friends sing it with me: Le Freak- très chic! FREAK OUT! Today I was determined to find my French patterns, I mean they had to be here... RIGHT... I have gone over and over and over again through my 200 sq ft/19 sq m flat with an OCD comb. I have walked in circles in the flat talking to myself. I am giving the neighborhood crazy who sings and shouts at people a run for his money. And at the end of all that I still CANNOT find the patterns. But the cauchemar gets worse. First it was just that I couldn’t find the French translations. Well that would just necessitate another yarn purchase (damn myself for doing groceries today!). But no, no, no I cannot find the English version either. My Missy photo copy- gone. My Rowan Summer Tweed Collection- POOF. This is seriously making me crabby. I have a flat that is smaller than most people’s master bathrooms. I don’t mind tiny space. Makes it harder to keep clean but keeps the inner pack rat in check. And it SHOULD make it easier to find lost things. I know that I remember seeing the Summer Tweed on my table a while back. And now the flat is a disaster as after turning it upside down I was not in the mood to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Da Sleeve, Da Sleeve
I also have another confession: I am a political science graduate student/geek... So I stayed up last night- who am I kidding I stayed up till 5 am this morning (9:30AM meeting be damned me and the bags under my eyes and in my hands came along for the ride!). Just so I could watch the debates; the debates mind you that I thought were on at 1 AM (no Tink, try again 3AM). So I watched Little Women as my lead in, then all the CNN Spin, followed by all 90 minutes of those two going at it and the post-commentaries. And what did I do during that time? I left Sleeve Island and I cast on with pointy needles. That pained squeak you heard, twas me! I spent the whole time valium ribbing me 10 cm and did a whole lot of stockinette on the back. Which looks startlingly like a sleeve. I keep saying STRETCH.
One Productive Debate!
I am running out of pieces to do without shaping needed. Though on the positive side should I get all that ribbing out of the way then I won't have to play with sharp pointy needles till much later. At some point I am going to invest in tiny size bamboo needles I think. But at the end of the day Pretty Wrappy Top is not meant to be a tent on me. I must learn how to read French knitting patterns... Until I command that pattern, in my feisty mood I give you this photo though. It sums up my feeling towards learning the pattern reading at this moment. And it shows my "arm warmer."
I Call It The "Gesture"- What *wearing halo* I Am Spanish, We Talk With Our Hands!
Also there has been a bit of a change up on what I am sending my Secret Pal. First come, first serve. I have a copy of Phildar Hommes Automne/Hiver 2004/2005. I am not sure how you all get here or anything about some of you (I don't know how to read the stats besides looking at that simple number over there) but I put out the Knitty Goodness. Since I don't expect to knit for a Homme any time soon; I am putting the pattern book up, should there be any takers. There are 19 patterns in it, patterns are however in French. Currently I obviously cannot provide translation assistance. However once I learn how to read the pattern, and I will OH HOW I WILL! I will be willing to provide some assistance with a pattern of choice. So if you are interested leave me a note in the comments (please list your email or your blog so I can contact you) and we can go from there.