Ok. Some of what went down is more personal than I like to get in public, so the greater part of the mayhem will have to remain a mystery to those who don't get my near-daily whine-fests (aka: emails.) Let's see if I can get the public stuff straight.
For firstly: Dog tore his ACL. The Tuesday after my last post, actually. I had to take some time to take him in for repairs. Since he tore the other ACL two years ago, we are now referring to him as the Bionic Dog. Ironically enough, the two surgeries cost $6000. I'm going to have to totally rip copyrights to make him a dogshirt on CafePress.com with his face in the familiar orange target/scope thing and the slogan: "We can rebuild him, we have the technology" underneath. Too bad he doesn't make that way cool mechanical sound when he hobbles around.It looks nastier than it was, really. Mostly it's razor burn (since he doesn't shave regularly.) Be assured he is almost completely recovered, and his limp makes all the girlies flock to his paws--chicks dig scars and all that garbage. However, I will have to Sing the Ballad of How The Squirrels Are Evil for you one day (they got his first knee, two years ago, and this knee went out as a result of how he was walking since then.) We will be interrupting some of our knitting through the winter so we can build miniature siege engines (trebuchet for starters and, if I can figure out the engineering, an onager. Yes, I'm quite excited, too) and going out to take some heapin' hot revenge. Eventually, Dog plans to have a bandolier of little furry scalps to wear when he dances in the bloody light of a cold harvest moon around the great earthen barrow where he will bury all the bits of squirrel he doesn't eat at his great victory feast. I think he's been reading some westerns lately, this little ceremony seems a tad derivitive.
For secondly, the holiday fell on me like something very heavy and smothering. I've been bracing myself for another bout of depression this January (I wouldn't say I have SAD, not that there's anything wrong with it other than it sucking the joy out of everything, but January, traditionally, is very difficult for me.) Fingers are still crossed, but it's actually...ok. I'm making an effort to get out more often and talk to people a lot more, and my favorite BBC program of all time is finally showing the second season this year--Life on Mars. If you've never seen it, I pity you. It's what David Lynch could have done with Twin Peaks if not for that pesky acid habit and the dancing dwarf. And the new season (for BBCA) of Doctor Who begins in two weeks, and who can be sad when David Tennent is being all floppy puppy goofy cute in those little glasses? And the suits. Ay, mio. The wisdom of ZZ Topp comes to mind. *
But never fear, I did do some knitting.
I don't know if you can tell (because my computer is crap at the moment), but it's an unintentional tam (my gauge got lose and it ended up a bit larger than intended, but it still worked) in what I call winter sherbet colors. It's Joann's Sensations line, something called Dolcetto (colors are lemon and lime. How appropriate.) It's soft for a wool/cotton blend, and knit up like buttah. And I love the colors. I wanted to lick the hat (but it really is too fuzzy a yarn, it would have been nasty, yick.) I also did a twisted drop stitch scrawl (somewhere between a scarf and a shawl) in the same colors as well, and I think the next time I do a twisted drop stitch, I will have more contrast in my colors. Don't get me wrong, in person, the colors look beautiful together. But I think the twist would be more effective in strongly contrasted colors, like white and red (for a candy cane scarf) or light and dark shades of one color. Anyway, I made the set for my aunt on behalf of my mother.
I also cast on for the mittens I promised my priest (for his nephew; apparently he can't find men's mittens large enough in Chicago, to which I say, WTF?!? Maybe he should try looking for them. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to do it, I just doubt the boy has bothered trying to look.) I need to get back to them, too. Thankfully, they're knitting up fast as a greased pig, so it shouldn't take too long.
Also on the knitting front, I found http://www.knitpicks.com/. If you haven't been there, you should check it. My order shipped today, so I should know within 5-14 days if the yarn is as good as promised. I certainly know it was cheap, which makes me very happy. Now, just to see if it is less scratchy than I'm fearing.
I also won a contest on another knitting blog--Cattywumpus--and was doing a little happy dance all day yesterday. I entered because one of the prizes was a totally sexy cake of gorgeous, hand dyed bluey-greeney-yellowey merino. Fortuna apparently got tired of peeing on me and allowed me to win it. Oh, Fortuna indeed! I was doing a happy dance all day yesterday. My coworkers thought me a bit touched in the head, but then again, I am a bit touched in the head with this yarnporn addiction, so it's understandable. I can't wait until it arrives so I can sit it in front of me and just stare at it, rather like people in those old photographs from the halcyon days of Big Radio--smiling rather vacantly in my bobby socks and penny loafers, knitting in my chair.... Yeah. I'm a little off. Just...go with me on this one. When it arrives, I will photograph it in sunlight, allowing the buttery golden light to caress the yarn as it gently flows between the layers of strands, causing it to glow from within so you can see why I'm so bewitched. I can't decide what to do with it, once I'm done staring at it reverently, but it must be something special that enhances the flow of color along the yarn. Maybe something with a dragon or ocean theme. Or forests. Or just go ape-excrement and attempt all three in one project. Oooh.
Ok, now I'm freezing, I'm starving and I need to remove my nail polish--still wearing my holiday theme of alternating red and green. With black/irridescent purple-blue on the toes. Merry Christmas. Ho. Ho. Ho. >:-) Anyway, I'm chipping something fierce. And did I mention my fingers are frozen? 'Cause they are. So I'm going to a) remove the polish, b) make some hot cocoa and c) pop some popcorn with buttah. In that order. And then it's time for Most Haunted. Since it is Friday. Yay.* Every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man. In trainers. **
**Britspeak for sneakers. His look like old Converse high tops. He's workin' it old skool.