Monday, April 25, 2005

Hey Lookie There!

So this was a morning of revelations... the first being that hey not only do I love this cabled baby turquoise (can't think of better color description) turtleneck I have; but even better when I haven't pulled it all the way down it looks really cute as a turtleneck shrug. Especially when matched with that light blue top, for the two toned adorable look. Now I could be on crack, it wouldn't be any thing new... but then I thought to myself, hey self... you could totally get yourself that cool scarf style book and MAKE that. You wanted to make it with the Cork yarn that Divine Emma sent you... That leads to another delusional thought, cause after finding out that your bank charges a 2.5% commission for purchases outside the EU (in addition to the 8€ per month just to have a Carte Bleu) as transactional banking fees that are charged for currency conversion (anyone else calling that BULLSHIT... yeah I AM!)- you hallucinate that you should go look at yarns in the States. So where did I go? I headed over to Knitpicks. I am thinking I need CHEAP ass projects, and I want to check out their yarn anyways. I had hoped to get an idea in a box Momma Mao had sent. However (and this is NOT said with ingratitude, just irritation), my mother the lug she is sends me an unannounced "early birthday present" (note one chosen without my input or consultation... I am too old for that shit!). And what do you think she sends? Yarn- Negative ghostrider; she sends $200 "orthepedic" shoes. To me who does NOT have foot problems, unlike my mother. And oh yeah that is what we wear here in Paris. Like I don't feel freakish enough for not having a pair of stilletto boots as it is... But even worse these are hideous looking things that give me vision changing joint pains (and then she pouts when I say I am returning them to her, though I don't ask her for anything else!) and a HUGE stock pile of Peeps, but not the conditioner I NEED nor the yarn from Knitpicks when she has their retail store 20 minutes from her... GAH! Wait. Where was I before that no-warning rant... oh yeah I went to Knitpicks site, and you know what... they have their summer line of yarns up. That includes cotton options for the cotton knitters. I don't think that includes me too much but it is nice to look! And they also have other colors up in other yarns (hmmm someone see me searching for turquoise blue- the new green Chez Tink) Oh and as a random update I have almost finished the second India sock. It is almost at the start of the starburst toe shaping. Which means done easily by the end of the week. And in my fidgety weekend of trying to relax (well that was until we realized that when we shook our derrière to some good music it continued shaking well past when my hips stopped. Oh lordy! We (my ass and me) freaked out; that, THAT is NOT acceptable. And then this morning on the way into work registered our ass (which is seemingly expanding at the same rate as the US national debt) for a gym with most of this months yarn allowance- "stash knitting" commences) I started two other sets of needles. Jittery means something here Chez Tink. One is another sock, in the yarn I got from Germany when I bought my favorite sock knitting needles (only in the "wrong" size- see more reinforcement that contrary to what my boss thinks - Smart, it does NOT reside here!) on really tiny needles (size US 0/2mm). Which made me think that tie front top I would love to make, I want to be done with fine gauge yarn for that professional kind of look. Yeah I am on crack over here. The other was getting back to work on Martha. I got fed up with her sleeves so I switched out the needles and started the back and have about 5 inches (starting the increases) done on the back. I have a feeling finishing this is going to be a pain, and really I dont finish things so I am in deep shizer. Oh yeah and I got an email directly from Kim Hargreaves! I asked if patterns would ever be available seperate from the yarn kits... Seems not, so if anyone wants to go in and split out yarn and pattern I am up for it :)

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

A five minute drive by

Ok I love my boss. I had been hoping for substantive work. This brings me to my idiocy moment of the day. First of all- never want anything, you will get it and NOT be thanking yourself. See I work by the have them under estimate you so when you make normal goals people think you are the shiznit! Now I am under pressure. Boss tore a muscle and is having surgery on it and out of office for next two weeks. Therefore he asked me if I wanted to help with a paper of his. OK, I am now writing a paper for BIG FALUTING Monetary Institution to PUBLISH. No, no pressure or anything... So you get random run by: After weekend (see previous post) with Martha's sleeves I was in DIRE need of brainless knitting. Guess what arrived in time to save me? THIS. I don't know why the yarn people sent me silicon kiddie muffin molds?? I don't ask these things, I don't speak German. This yarn helped immensely when I had a bonehead moment. A moment in which I locked myself out of my flat, and had to go to may landlord's after work, WAY OUT in the BFE Banlieues... Three and a half hours on the RER (or at the station) and you have a sock finished! (Another has been since started too!) And since I am avoiding the lace, the holes have teeth and are after my sensitive bits, here is the photo of one lacy on the fly sock. Proof that single sockitis does exist Chez Tink. And just to brighten my day I got a RAOK! Cindy sent me stitchmarkers! With such a fashionable card... they brightened the "Winter Griselle will NOT go the HELL AWAY and let me wear that KILLER new dress I should not have bought" day. Look for them to be playing the leading role with knitting in the future. And then to put the cherry on the cake Kim Hargraves goes and gets her site online! I jump for Joy. Only not in a kit... or in white for that matter.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Lesson Learned

OK I get it, the Knitting Goddess has made it apparently clear to me as to why some people are partial to knitting both sleeves at the same time. Really I GET IT. This is why the smart kids, especially for patterned sleeves, knit them at the same time. Sure it takes “longer,” but it is infinitely better than realizing that you did this. Which resulted in cracking open a bottle of wine so that you would do this, producing one ugly hand wound ball of cotton, serious it looks like crap. Followed by enough determination to re-knit the sleeves while subjecting yourself to a Jean-Claude Van Damme and Dölph Lundgren movie (and I use that term lightly so as not to offend) to try and get close to the point you were at before. This is the point where you bring out the shooters to face down the devil that will appear when you have to do that shoulder shaping on them both at the same time (photo to be attached when I am not a dork and leave my cable at home) . Hoping that the devil will be nicer if you offer to let him do body shots. The good part of this whole thing is in desperation from that event, after confirming that the charger shouldn’t fry the computer, you found out you can make the computer charge. Hence you can watch one of your three DVDs!!! Unfortunately the charger is unreasonably temperamental and completely unpredictable. Moreover it is a Mac with a freaking QWERTY keyboard (not AZERTY like I use at work, meaning that before I clean up work is zork). This annoys the every fucking living hell out of me, I am not finding this entertaining. In.the.Least. RIGHT CLICK WORK, stewpid Mac!! Bang head against screen, then realize that isn’t smart- it isn’t your screen. Proceed to continue the invectives transferring them from the knitting to the movie to the computer. Then think damn you are psychologically damaged goods. But continue to shout at the blasted thing regardless- you are irreverent damaged goods! But make note to put out the call (or appel if you start writing Franglais like me) for assistance (or aide- see previous parenthesized commentary). Please send US coded DVD’s, so that I never have to watch anything as horrible as Universal Soldier again. Please! However if I left the story there it would be a pretty lame post with one hell of a pathetic ending. And while I can be lame, ending on that level of patheticness is beyond even my threshold. So I am going to walk you through the process, cause Margene will tell you and I agree- it is the process. So when you first face this realization, you ask yourself: Would that really bother you if you left it like that, it is at the seam of the sleeves... For those not aware this is the first step of denial for the compulsive perfectionists, it is rhetorical. You realize this justification floats as much as a French Fry in the pool (I say this as a joke. In teaching swim lessons for 10 years and having Pool Safety day we ask the kids- who it must be said I do miss- a series of questions. One being why don’t we eat food in the pool? Only to have my favorite three year old look at us with a level of seriousness unparalleled and say, from undoubted experience, cause French Fries don’t float… ok so that is a tangent- Back to the knitting). Instead you face up to your dippy the shit stick moment, thankfully with a glass of wine. Then you hesitate, which is the second stage of denial, thinking if you stare at it long enough you will make it disappear. That only gives you a headache and makes you dizzy. So you decide that you will rip back, and even though you aren’t a champion knitter you will document it. So without further ado I subject you to my attempt at a tutorial. I preface this with the fact that for me the hated part of ripping back is putting all those stitches back on the needles. I am sure someone else thought this up first, and probably could have done a better tutorial, but to avoid my patheticness we are going to show you the pictures of my Sunday afternoon and knitting. As I said above first you stare down your faux pas, wondering what made you thing that you should have done that? How could you have not noticed it? Why can't you count? Didn’t you pass remedial math before taking that econometrics course that you have blocked out (but could probably use given your current work situation…)? Then you decide you are genius! You will take another pair of needles and run them through the stitches close to where you want to rip back (no need to get cocky on this first try and go for the row you want- if you fuck up that would be a mess). Then you rip, rip, rip; notice that DAMN that cotton is KINKY. Then you play the leveling game to get the sleeves both to the same point. Continue putting the sleeves on the same needle, which is a bit small for this… Think you are close to trying this new thing out. Call yourself a few names and turn them around because you couldn’t line them up right the first time. Smile and knit your first go at the sleeves at the same time. Start muttering that this is fussy crap. Remind yourself that you are doing this so that they will match once done and suck up some more wine. After doing this you too can then turn your invectives towards the Météo lady who, after the publicité for the Bond movie you would have rather watched, tells you that the griselle shall be sticking around this week. And one step further that the cold (which came back with a vengeance this week) could stick around until mid-May. FUCK THAT BITCH, I am knitting a summery turquoise blue cotton three quarter length sleeved cardigan. Take note: Transference, it takes you everywhere! And when I start knitting summer clothes, do not predict temperatures at 1 degree Celcius!

Friday, April 15, 2005

Big Pimpin Style

In case you did not know... I am ALL about the Bling-Bling. I like to say I am not a big bad capitalist and all that but if you offer me things, while I know that they do not make my happiness, I will sure as hell still take em! Especially when they come for free! I was reading about this new search engine offer over at Mac's. Basically it is another beta deal, like Gmail only for a search engine. I signed up through her invitation and am currently trying the search engine out. I have to say that it seems nice and has a decent interface, which is a bit more stylish than plain Google. I have dug in and for all I can tell it is legit, and if it is not the worst that could happen is Spam. And since I already know how to deal with that... I figure this is WELL worth a chance! Basically the way it works is instead of using Google for your internet searches, you use Blingo. And to soothe your searching soul, Blingo applies the Google search engine for your search. Which begs the question of why use them? For the Bling Bling baby! The spin is that they choose random times and random people making searches at that time to give Amazon gift certificates, Ipods, DVRs and other goodies. Hopefully some time this month they will get the toolbar installation up and running, making it that much easier to use and maybe win. And then you search, seach and search to your little hearts content. Then just for searching, you could win something! That simple. I found my link and signed up through Mac. Mac found it from Kymberlie (the goddess of winning free things from the looks of it), who has already won a movie ticket. So here is the link to sign up and then go search your little hearts off. And please use the link, because the best bit of Blingo is that if you sign up through me and then win something, I win too! Blingo it is the new way to search :)

Thursday, April 14, 2005

There Are Borders…

And Blogspot has depassed all of them, by leaps and bounds. It was sufficient for what it was and really one can only complain so much about a free service but well … I had this kick ass post I perfected. I linked to it; I even linked to photos in it too. You might see the little edited note in it about this post. You don’t have to be Einstein to figure out what annoyed me. The fucker ATE my post, the post that I had put my precious TIME into, locked me out of Blogger and then I had to put all that time back into it to post it later. That was the last straw on Humpty Dancing Dumpty's back; over the edge and through the valley to grandmother’s house of discontent I went. Since I started this blog here have been little blips and bugs here and there, ones beyond my computer issues (cause we all know I have been placed on Olaf the Swedish God of Technology’s shit list for all of eternity and perpetuity). Periods where I couldn’t access things, times when the functions were insufficient. La mentioned this last month when people couldn’t post to a my I got a visa post, and the photos resized the post such that the blog is all FUBAR on formatting. Which by the way thank you for scrolling down to read, I appreciate it. I had thought to take the time to adapt that and play with the CSS and code again. I know some of that basic stuff. And I had gotten used to Blogger, which importantly was free. I am a creature of habit and fiscal responsibility (as best I can be) so it was going to take something external to pry my ass out of the chair for the ever-expanding derriere. Last Friday there was a snap that took a crowbar to the chair and here I am. There is enough about using Blogspot that I do not like. Eating posts is one point. Comments are another (9 out of 10 times I don’t get an email for you or know where you have a website either). And since I am broke but not deathly so I took action. I went to Godaddy, which is the least expensive option, and I bought my URL. Or what I thought was my URL. And then the circles with Godaddy began. Seriously if it takes 9 "customer service" people to answer a simple question and stop them from continuing to try to bash me, I am not sure I should use them. I guess they are cheaper for a reason. So I don’t know what shall become of this adventure but we are breathing a bit and focusing on other things cause Tink is about to go into agitation overdrive from the whole URL fiasco... which yes I think I am going to register fidgetyknitting on its own, while I thought at first I could maybe cutesy it that way- the deal with satans spawn (ie Godaddy) has made me cranky. When cranky I tend to get stubborn, which includes a large amount of cement forming instantaneously from nowhere around my feet. But probably not till next month- causing further delays. Anyways I still have some more research to find a server that doesn’t break the bank and is nice to work with that will support two URLs (suggestions- Bueller??), decide on which application I will use for the blog (Movable Type, Word Press, Expression Engine etc- go on you know you want to, express yourself. But do not sing Madonna. The time for that song has passed a long time ago, I promise, it was confirmed at a party last Friday- Trust me.), and then of course try to make a cute and catchy design for it (or get someone else to…). Short of all that is that I will still be here for a while with this whole adult life thing KICKING my ass like it is and that hallucination I have been indulging in by buying yarn and thinking that dinners out and retail therapy is the are very good coping strategy. Probably long enough till my procrastinating ass gets pissed off again at another fuck up and goes straight to action. But you all have been warned a migration is in the plans and future prepare yourselves :) Though the present concern is how do we take a frown and turn it upside down?? Well we try to think of something we can do knit or buy (even though retail therapy should be taken off the plate given how much dosh I have tossed down on yarn, shipping costs and the eating out which I MUST STOP DOING even if the absolutely lovely director of the adjoining department or cute coworker invites- well unless he is RILLY cute and then says he'll pay. Then you GO :) But after seeing Rachel’s pancha, I decided that I really do want to make a drop stitch wrap. I can dream of spring, I can too! And what do you know I haven’t a clue any further than that (can we tell that the lace has bitten me in the derrière and kicked the same derrière around the playground too??) And then this lovely blog went and put up info about this sale. Oh all that is good and holy I did not need to see this (for the wrap), or this, or this, or this (which I could use to make this) in my current state! The first thought was to make it in the kidsilk haze I have. But that Zen looks cool, though a bit spendy, would be a fun idea non? I am thinking long and wrapped around me in that glorious French manner. Something thet might keep me from feeling frumpy, spring and frumpy should not go together. Spring and strappy sandals with sophisticated wrap sounds like they fit. Keep dreaming Tink :) At least that saga with my bathroom, you know that one that started WAY back when... that one should be ending on Monday. See something to be positive for and keep my mind off of the visit to the préfecture I am going to have to be subjected to next week.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

FUGGER

Ok. So I have gotten fed up with Blogger. I am going to move over to an independant deal. I will say more about this later but right now I must rage against the machine. I went and I bought my domain today. I typed in www.fidgetyknitting.com cause that is what I wanted. I am fidgetyknitting non? I verified it, I know you need to check those things and I DID. And then I get my email that www.fidgettyknitting.com has been registered. So I email with in 5 minutes of the purchase, saying HEY I typed in something else. I checked it, I'd like to have the right domain. They say essentially fuck off. You can buy another domain if you want but we won't fix that one that you typed in right and got all screwy afterwards. So besides bitching and being crabby as all fuck about this (and my seriously shitty work day today) what to do?? So chime in please. Do I: a. give up the ghost and dump the whole deal; b. change the spelling of the blog name and live with it; or c. pay up and get the right domain name instead of using that money to buy yarn or liquor, pay off third world debt (or grad school debt which I should pay attention to too!) or go to Cabo. FUCK I HATE THIS SHIT!

Monday, April 11, 2005

And So Shall It Be Noted. And So Shall My Ass Expand

For all who care to pay attention feel free to take notice that I am in serious need of forking out the dosh and joining the fitness club out here by work. I so wanted to save for an Ipod… you know so I could grove and move at the same time. But I need my smokin ass to fit in the pants and skirts I got too. What is a girl to do? It turns out as a form of thanks (one in which I am hesitant to discourage) my coworkers whose travel I arrange and approve on occasion are taken to bringing me gifts. At first I just thought it was importation on request- you going to the UK?? BRING ME CRANBERRY JUICE. But in reality it is a form of bribes. For when, you know they come at the last second and say hey I have this publication I need you to work on for me and I have to have it through the publication system by close of business; Today. Only it is a 300MB document (which is HUGE hell it is bigger than my ass and that is an accomplishment). Yes, Coworker brought to us by the letter P: I-love-you. You are so lucky that you are 1. cute and 2. smart (or drunk, not quite sure) enough to buy me liquor when we go out. The rules of the game are simple- bribe me and then we talk. This is the corruption of an international organization. They may no longer take care of their own (don’t ask it involves the nasty word Visa) but they do respond to bribes. Unfortunately for my Ass many of our short distance travel trips take place in either Brussels or Switzerland. So this morning I woke up dragged said Ass to the office, only to be surprised by two ever so lovely gifts from the two colleagues I recently sent to Geneva. One got me a cow bell- Mooooooooooooooooooooooo. No I am not joking, nor am I eating grass today. Though thinking of that maybe I should look into eating green things... then again who wants their ass to resemble a cow's... yeah, fuck that idea. The other got me Lindt chocolates (thankfully not a box of their amarettini pralines; Dear Dog are those divine!). And since I send people that way on average once every week, my ass is going to expand EXPONENTIALLY in the foreseeable future. I share the inferior candy and ring the bell for all to graze but quality chocolate?? That is all mine bitch! Think I could convince them to come back with yarn? That would take some pressure off my ass I guess.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Bounce, Bounce

The new Knitty is up. Yeah yeah I know I am late on this, there is a time difference to take into account people. Anyways, I will say in advance that I find Knitty to be a great online resource! That said, I am kind of left going hmmm... by this edition. That cover photo is one kind of whopper, and not the kind from Burger King either. I know about opening the mind and all, but if I knit it, I want to use it. While there isn’t much that interests me, some of it makes me say WTF actually… I found one thing that I might tempt Le Fate and make a cute-ish tank top using ribbon yarns, I haven’t tried ribbon yarn knitting and another few to use me some of that kidsilk haze to make (or not… I am kind of eh about it). On a further Knitty tangent, I did finally print off all the other patterns from Knitty that I liked for my own “pattern magazine.” Whew, I have taken care of that! And I think Tempting is on the list to be put on some needles very shortly, once a yarn is settled up. It is very clear that I love Cashmerino Aran, but I think that a bit too much for Spring and Summer, which is when I have the full intention of wearing that sucker to work! And I have shifted; all knitting from here forward should be things I can wear during Spring and Summer. The first logical yarn replacement lean MIGHT be to Cotton Cashmere. But that does not float here. I find it odd that Cotton Cashmere is 2€ more than the Cashmerino Aran. So I am thinking (dependant on what people who have used it say… if I can get them to speak up- jolie s’il vous plait avec un cerise?) in the color black (which knocks out one of the lines…) I might go with the new Rowan RYC yarns, that or Cotton Angora or maybe Calmer. Feel free to line up with opinions I like talkative and opinionated people. As for current knitting: Martha is taking revenge, I talked shit about that poncho that a similarly named convict wore and now she is mocking me for it. I have almost finished a sleeve. I say almost because that shoulder shaping has taken a cat o' nine tails to my ass each time I attempt to knit it. I have ripped it back at least three times, since I the omnipotent incompetent can 1. Not read, 2. Not count, 3. Not knit. Luckily thanks to Bonne Marie I found out that there is a knit-a-long being hosted here, maybe I will actually say I am going to participate AND participate! The shock! The horrors! Therefore I have two options to take the bull by the horns (and seriously you see this photo and you decisively say NO to horns, cattle ranch heifer owning family or not) and fight this shoulder shaping tooth and nail. Or I could just start another part of the cardigan. Or I could just start another project. The decisions I, the Empress of Indecision, must face… Actually I have to admit (if you couldn’t guess I am a compulsive confessor), all “lace” is revolting against my desire to do anything involving it. I say this because my second sock that I did on the fly (seriously I did write a few notes and it isn’t a hard deal to follow) is fudgey and in need of a dink back. What gets me with this bugger is how I can think I am on pattern and go 3-4 rounds (of a four row repeat) before I notice that the count is off. I mean this is a patterned deal so it is pretty easy to follow round because of where the holes from before are. And sure I understand you wouldn’t notice on one of the knit rounds… But going back 6 rounds dinking stitch by stitch because you can't for the life of you figure out where things went wrong is annoying and involves profanities. So maybe I should put another project on the needles, one that involves creating no holes and is simple (hence the Tempting idea- Zen round and round of 2X2 rib!). I am in love with the idea of this kind of a top. I am sure it surprises no one that I like it and it helps me (despite it being 9° C today and grey as all griselle is) think that Spring is in the air. Even better it would be great for wearing at work! I am thinking if I ever feel like I am smart enough to figure out how to design something that isn’t me just doing a stitch pattern I might try and figure out how to design the pattern myself… famous last words. Me I am off to work’s TGIF drinks+ (yeah this time I KNOW they will run to the weee hours of the morning), with a tattoo on my forehead for my Polish co-worker. NO VODKA until I am within a 5ft radius of my quartier. That should help me… I hope, damn if he only he wasn’t cute. *note this is posted later due to blogger eating and fucking spitting out my post. Expect a post about that bit soon.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Just Thinking...

I know that there is a long running series in my life of NO TINK ONLY YOU stories... I have resigned myself to that fate and hope that it entertains others. I mean do I need to ask if anyone else at 8 am on the way to pick up their packages at La Poste have a man, wearing a full face covering plastic three little pigs mask, come up and try to start a discussion with them? No, I didn't think so... but really is it just me, or is it WRONG- make that 16 different kinds of WRONG, to charge more than 50% (59% to be exact) of the purchase value in shipping charges when it is only going from Germany to France and weighs less than a kilo?? Crack Cocaine ships for cheaper my friends (do not ask how I know this, infer it yourself- it is your creative adventure and challenge for the day). I know, I know I shouldn't be bitching... I did the invincible and found my yarn where it was not to be found before. Plus it is (in equivalent values; yes people I work with Economists... get ready for the lingo/jargon) at least 33% less than the prices in the states with shipping charges included. And it is well noted that having lived in Euroland for the last year and a half while being funded on dollars has given me a VERY intimate relationship and acquaintance with the barrel and all postionings around it possible. So theoretically this should not bother or surprise me... But SHIT! All I can say is: Where is the lube... and that post better be here POSTE FUCKING HASTE you hear! Oh yeah and while I am at the whole memo writing deal lets adress the following: When I say ENGLISH SPEAKER ONLY, that really means I haven't a fucking clue how to read in German and am tired of seeing my coworkers face when I have to ask him to come and translate for the loony pink yarn buying freak (though he makes no second glances when people drink tequila and talk to the worm). Further to the memo- I debunk the "all Germans speak perfect English" myth... not these ones. I am getting head aches from trying to understand your "English." And our last point related to my temperment- I already have crochety people at another international organisation trying to treat me like I am a dumb blonde and will do their work for them because I am a dumb blonde that wouldn't know that you are trying to go around my bosses comments to you or that whole push off manoeuvre... I have four words on my policy for that "friend" ZERO TOLERLANCE FOR ASSHATS.

Monday, April 04, 2005

First Comes Famine

And then comes the out of control feasting!!! HOLY SHIT, No one warned me about how FUCKING EXPENSIVE it was to be an adult again! Thankfully since I have a tiny belly (the family joke is that size of my bladder was inversed with the size of my stomach and there are dromedary genetics imbedded in me) there has been no out of control eating. Really I am not into this whole cyclical thing anyways. I love the rollercoaster on the way up but I have to say that in growing up life has taught me to be a bit wary of the way down. And this adult business thing is telling me that I need to learn how to manage my time a bit better and more evenly. But having a job, a kick ass team and manager, a paycheck and feeling all quasi secure has lead to an all out explosion over here with my pocketbook going to shattered bits. I go out for dinner and/or drinks at least once a week. The past two Saturdays I have gone clothes shopping (nothing major but SOMETHING and all for work). And of important interest to this blog, I have gone yarn shopping. Hell I have even knitted recently- shock of all shocks. Yes my friends I am on the quest to create me a mini stash! And support the whole German economy while doing it! I had three objectives and one was met today. I have searched, I have been warned off, but I have conquered! I am Spanish after all. This country is mine, now where do I plant my flag to make it mine? (Special prize if you get that joke/quote!) After 101 emails and a long period where I was completely lost in translation- I think I have gotten me a SHIT LOAD of sock yarn. Objective One Obliterated! Now on to the Pretty Wrappy Top yarn and Rebecca books for me! But for our current adventure the hunt started when I decided to treat myself to some of that Regia Jubilee India. I wanted Paris and Provence too but India was the goal! Dreams of being on the beaches in Goa flittered through my mind. I went around and ALL the places that I knew used to have it had dried up. In some cranky and spotty English I learned that the India Jubilee was not a normal line of yarn. And that it might be the D word! DISCONTINUED. no No NO!!! that is not acceptable says I who wants to spend money that I shouldn't/don't REALLY have! and if you dont think it is either you can email them to say so too! Demand creates supply people- its a circle :) And if you stay quiet there are consequences! So email away saying you want the Jubilee to stay: Gertraud.Sabatowski@coats.com or marion.ringwald@coats.com. So after some more hunting and forcing a co-worker to come into the office to help me buy some pink sock yarn (really the odd looks I get, for the innocent shit when they don't blink at me doing the scary shit...) That is right I found it and I am going broke, cause I bought STOCK in it. One of the balls has my name on them, and another has Leya's. And if I really love it might go back and get more. Even better I have not only SEX content (that is Stash Enhancing Xpedition for my favorite fellow gutter waders) I have knitting content. Cause guess what I did. Well first last thursday I finished my lacy, on the fly, I made it up and I LOVE it sock. Well minus that kitchener part... But tradgedy of all tragedy's I forgot the second one I had started at work on Friday. So what is a girl to do? Well she is to pick up that turquoise blue 4ply Cotton and start knitting. And what do all good knitters start with. A swatch... or in my case a sleeve that they call a swatch. I was a bit concerned on size and gauge but I am just going to go with it. I will figure out as I go and that which doesn't kill me, will not have cost me a fortune and will give me things to wear. I am currently attempting to gauge where to start the shaping so that the sleeve hit petite me in the right spot. Let's hope there is not a lot of re-knitting involved in this experiment. And that folks is all for this edition of random run by knitting hit. Tag you are it, I am off to knit a sock and sleeve :)