Potpourri

I started this post as a "some of the things I think post", but it is so mis-mashed that I had to start again.

RIP Teddy: Karma is a harsh mistress. A lesson to be observed.

The number of rude people in the world is getting larger just in the past three days I've been a party to:

1) A person who parks his/her (though I'm pretty sure it is a her) Jeep Cherokee over the lines in the parking space, so no one can park next to her. She is backing in, which is entitle to a rant all it's own, and can't seem to get between the lines. Now that the students are back, parking is at a premium. Once, could be a mistake, but multiple times, honey, you need parking lessons. I was so ticked I left a note on her car.

2) People who park huge vehicles in spaces that are not meant for them, and make other spaces inaccessible. (See premium parking sentence above.) I could explain this further, but, let's just say that it is easier for THEM to BACK into a middle space, rather than take the time to park on an end so others can park next to them. It is pure selfishness.

3) The lady in Wal Mart who apparently thought the photo kiosk was her own private photo editing lab. She was scanning OLD photos, and then EDITING them one at a time, over and over--cropping, undoing, lightening, undoing, rinse and repeat. She was still there over 40 minutes later, when I checked back and finally left, not getting my stinky ONE 4x6 print made. She had a line behind her, knew it and was completely unconcerned. I almost said something, but was too pissed. I would have wanted to burn her ears in a "nice" way, but wasn't in a frame of mind to do that.

The number of good people is getting smaller. Read this. Notice the part about his wife having twins in December. I didn't know him, but I knew his father. Sigh.

Knitting has been happening. Photos have not.

I am two rows away from the last chart (G) on Giriasole. Because it is a big circular blob, on a 60 inch circ. Not much to see, but I'll give it a photo shoot anyway over the weekend. Every time I pick it up I wonder about EZ and her claiming that all you need is a 24 inch circular needle. Stitches would be committing suicide at an alarming rate if I tried to keep this on a 24 inch circ.

Anatomy of an obsession:

You're knitting away on Girasole right before leaving for the office. You find that you are missing a stitch. Now this is a lace pattern. Did I drop it? Did I miss a YO? No time to figure it out.....But you now spend the better part of the morning wondering if you should "run" home at lunchtime to set this right. That night you have your Wrap Me Up knitting group, and toy with the idea that you should take Girasole instead to figure out the problem. You don't, too weird, but you leave early (!) to study Girasole. Upon careful scrutiny you find that you missed a YO, pick it up, and ahhhhhh....the world can revolve again.

Wrap Me Up is on the home stretch. Some applied I-cord, not where the designer suggests, and a hard blocking (with hair conditioner, this is Noro after all), then the edging, also not what the designer suggests, and voila (as one of our grad students says in her emails, she's French, gorgeous, and very sweet--damn you can't even dislike her for being gorgeous...), it will be done. I'll blog all the changes I made, some that the LYS owner suggested to the group, and some that I'd make if I knit this again. All-in-all if you want to knit a bunch of patterns, overcome a fear of picking up stitches, and just never be bored, this is the pattern for you.

My Oceania sweater, I'm still on first sleeve island. It is a weird pattern. The measurements are huge. But the sleeves were SHORT, like by 4 inches short for me. They are like bat wings in width. So all bets are off with this baby. I hope I'll at least be able to wear it to yoga.

None of these are documented on "The Place That Shall Not Be Named" though they probably should be.