rainy morning ramblings

First some knitting… the back of the little sweater has been done for a while,
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Like the lovely s2 k1 psso? sirdarbackbot

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,
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Not so bad, but look closer,
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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.

Shoe troubles…

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.
clark1 They look fine, yes?

When yesterday at work, my other foot felt kind of funny… blow out! Here, clark3 and on the instep too!

I took them to the cobbler, along with these, birk. 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’!

Last night I was at the Monster Mash. I’d've thought the 6th graders had outgrown this event, but no, many were there, including mine,
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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?

5 Responses so far

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    kmkat said,

    October 27, 2007 @ 3:57 pm

    So sad about the shoes :-( I hate it when a pair of good friends die. On the other hand, it gives you a chance to go shoe shopping, which is not all bad. I myself just got a great pair of black Dansko clogs for $46 on eBay.

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    Chris said,

    October 28, 2007 @ 11:19 am

    Hmm, not sure that tanning thing would fly here… Bummer about your shoes!! I hate it when favorites wear out. Here’s hoping that the next time you cast that project on is the last one!

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    Blogless Carrie said,

    October 29, 2007 @ 8:41 pm

    Bummer about the shoes. Son – spooky.

    C.

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    Blogless Carrie said,

    October 29, 2007 @ 8:42 pm

    P.S. I have no idea what the troubles were with that sweater, but it’s BEAUTIFUL!!

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    linedragon :-: Harriet said,

    November 1, 2007 @ 6:33 pm

    Too bad about the Clarks. I love the details on that sweater-in-progress!

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