Loving my new Knitpicks DPN’s. Commiserated with Paisley Womble about her Terrible Incident&trade, but never thought that something like that could happen to me.
Until yesterday, driving to work with the Valentines Day sock on the passenger seat so I could get in a few stitches at the traffic lights, and I rounded a corner with a little too much enthusiasm. One needle went flying – and when I got to work, it couldn’t be found.
I drove around quite a bit yesterday, and could hear it slipping and sliding. Eventually, I located it in the map pocket of the passenger door. Wedged in the seam between the bit of plastic forming the pocket, and the bit of plastic lining the door. But it had slipped backwards, and there was a shiny half inch poking out cheekily.
I went to the chemist and bought needle point tweezers. No luck. I tried needle nosed pliers to no avail. I even found a heavy duty magnet and tried to coax the little sucker out if its hiding place, but no. It’s staying put.
As I see it, there are two options. Knit with one 2mm and four 2.25’s (after I see Sally one the weekend – I left the 2mm’s at hers last week). Or dismantle the work Magna.
Anyone have an owners manual?
And in Melon Shawl news, I have turned the corner. It looks like cat vomit (and I’ve seen far too much of that lately), but in blocking we trust.
She rang me this afternoon in a bit of a panic, she was trying to find mum, and rang my phone number because it was listed under mums in her phone book. She didn’t know who I was, so I reminded her, and told her that mum is on holidays. She didn’t sound too good on the phone, so I offered to come over. She must have rung me six times in the time it took me to get there. A few times to try to convince me not to come (worried that the drive is too dangerous), once to ask me to get some corn on the cob for Cocky (which I couldn’t find for love nor money), once to ask me if I needed her to unlock the gate so I could park in the front yard (which she then forgot to do, so I parked around the corner outside the cemetery), and once more to tell me not to come.
I found out some interesting things. Apparently she now acknowledges that she used to model with Rita, that she went to parties, that she existed before she found the church. And apparently, she had musical talent. She had a lovely soprano voice, and took violin and piano lessons.
So there is musical talent in my family after all. It began and ended with Emily, but it is there.
Emily is coming to terms with the fact that she will have to leave her home, and live with her other son, Peter. There isn’t room for Cocky at Peter’s place, and she has asked me if I will take care of her. So sooner or later, we’ll be adding another member to the family.
The funeral is on Thursday.
Today, I heard a story of hope that made me cry. One person, who is trying to make a difference in the world, by doing the sort of thing we read about in the newspaper, but rarely consider doing ourselves. I hope to be able to share this story at a later date, but in the meantime, read this. Link from Obsidian Wings, via Jonathan Shaw, via Mary-Helen.
(am I taking the attribution thing a bit too far there?)
From The Knitting Zone, via the Yarn Harlot. She went to sock camp, and in her post about it, you will see this cardi in the wild, and you will understand why I must possess it.
Good weekend (apart from taking the parental units to the airport, for Burma, Take 2), knitting saturday (with bonus Emma!), dinner saturday night (more Emma), Brunch with knitters on sunday morning (extremely good hot chocolate, but the food was forgettable), more knitters on sunday arvo at the Courthouse, a knit in at Simone’s house, and then home to a whinging but affectionate feline. He loves us more and more as the temperature drops….
This from the BBC website.
I heard the comment on the radio this evening on my way to picking Mark up from the train station. Apparently, our mighty leader doesn’t want HIV positive migrants. Funny thing is, the furore was cause by 70 HIV positive people moving to Victoria last year. 50 of them were diagnosed in Australia due to increasingly vigilant testing procedures, and the other 20 were born in Australia and diagnosed overseas.
Hardly an invasion.
And apparently, HIV infection is a reason why we deny asylum currently – as are disabilities. The most needy are turned away (UNHCR won’t even process the paperwork for Australia because they know a child with a limb that has been blown off by a land mine won’t get in), and yet the media stir up a frenzy to make the xenophobes spew more vileness.
On a lighter note, Sally rang this afternoon, and since misery loves company, I went round for a cuppa. Glad I did – left feeling much better, though still in danger of being very poor company. Thanks Sally.
Kurt Vonnegut, dead at 84. And despite being a smoker for most of those 84 years, it was a brain injury from a fall that finally did him in.
Another reason why the King Of Thailand is a top bloke and beloved by his people.
I finally heard from my KTA pal today, which was a relief – I tried an alternate contact method, which seemed to do the trick.
Yesterday brought exciting mail – some 15cm knitpicks DPN’s from Donyale, and the new Bendigo shade card. No exciting new colours with appalling names, and nothing new and noteworthy at all, but just more of the same, good old, reliable Bendy. Except that they seem to have dropped the black Harmony, which is a bummer – I was all inspired by Bex to make a cardi out of this stuff. If you haven’t tried it, give it a go – 200 grams for $11, and if you can handle the poxy colours limited colour range, it is lovely to knit with. A blend of cotton, wool ad lycra, it’s cool and lofty, sproingy and stretchy, and wonderful for kids clothes. I’ve done a few EZ BSJ’s out of it and a couple of stroller blankies too.
The picture at the top shows some progress on the melon lace knitted on border – I am getting the hang of the pattern, and speeding towards my first turn. I’ve joined on the border incorrectly, but I like the look of it, so I’m not going back.