For some reason I am struggling with the fronts. I’ve started and ripped, oh, maybe 6 times. At least 4 of those times was because I couldn’t get the numbers to work. It took me whining about it to my knit pals, counting the stitches for the bazillionth time, counting out the pattern, realizing yes I do have it right, and finally it came out right. But… I forgot what S2 meant. So I was here,
When I thought, oh, I’m supposed to slip those 2 purl-wise. Got a few rows up and it didn’t look much different. So I looked at the directions (here’s a note to self-when you put something down for a week, take a look at the instructions again), I saw that S2 means slip 2 stitches as if to K2tog. OH. Now it’s back to what it was… BUT I forgot to switch to the bigger needle… so I’ll be doing a bit more ripping back. Ugh.
My husband sometimes calls me Imelda because he thinks I have a lot of shoes. Aside from boots (and he’s hardly one to point fingers because he has at least 6 pairs of the same boot in various states of worn out plus as many in other varieties), I have maybe a half dozen pairs of shoes that I regularly wear, and I’m sure that Imelda would not have been caught in any one of them. I’ve been giving my Dansko’s a break now and then and wearing some old but in good shape Clark’s.
They look fine, yes?
I took them to the cobbler, along with these, . The verdict? Clark’s are irreparable. Birk’s can be fixed, for half the cost of new, but they’d still look like crappy old shoes. So into the trash with them both.
This radio ad for a tanning place really disturbed me…. two women talking, ‘oh, how do you stay so brown?’. I’m pretty sure this ad could not fly anyplace but central Maine, or maybe rural Minnesota? My immediate answer to that question wants to be ‘it’s my genes’, but the drop of ‘red’ that I have doesn’t make up for the 99 44/100 percent wasp.
But this I found hilarious… The most recent National Geographic magazine had an article on Tonga. The flashback photo on the back page is this picture of the king from 1968. If you read the picture caption, you’ll see what Tonganese youth would call out to passing beauties, translated as ‘O fat liver full of oil, let us go and watch the moonrise’!
Thank you to Cathy for nominating me as nice. And to Jennifer for including me in the 7 things meme. I might get to these soon! I wonder if Cathy knows that the original meaning for nice is wonton or foolish? I’m pretty sure the Grammar Bible also indicated it means slatternly, and isn’t that nice?