winner was Jenny!
And thus we start a clean slate for March. Of course the January and February entrants will be put into the year-end drawing for a pile of what is already some very decadent yarn thanks to some crazy de-stashing aunts, a stubborn Pole, and a 2007 winner--you all know who you are! Wink, wink.
Not much going on this weekend.
Saturday I went into the city alone to meet with the 19 year old psycho-something or other that handles the "family" portion of Dr. Mad Scientist's rehab.
Now I shouldn't get down on her for her young looks, but she seriously doesn't look old enough to drink herself.
It was um, interesting to say the least. I think she expected me to be spitting nails and steaming cartoon steam out of my ears with fury at Dr. Mad Scientist for all of this.
Maybe I should be, but that was so
three weeks ago. I'm past a lot of the rage and anger now. What the hell good does it do me? Nothing can come of rage.
What's done is done. I mean I'm not all skipping-down-happy-trails-sniffing-daisies happy with him, but I'm not as furious as I was.
And then she started asking me a weird line of questioning about how I felt about him smoking (many alcholics it seems like to replace one vice for another). I told her I didn't like it but hey, you're not going to lose your job (unless you work for a company called Weyco) or fall down a ravine and break your neck when you have to pee on your way home walking from the train station in the middle of the night in a rich neighborhood because you're smoking.
"Yeah but you don't like it and yet you give him money to do it...I don't know if I would do that."
Uh huh. Yeah, well I do give him money to do that. Because if I don't--what's it going to drive him to do? Shit, he's kicking the booze right now. Let's tackle one addiction at a time.
Blah. Those couple of things bugged me. But somehow I think both Dr. MS and I misinterpreted what the purpose of this "family" person was. And as a result now we've got to trek into fucking Manhattan (a four hour round trip ordeal that costs $18.50) once each Saturday to meet with this chica for a measly hour every week. Oh and somehow I've got to find and pay a sitter to watch Chunky for the five hours we'll be gone.
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm cool with meeting with this chick, although I think it's still kind of early in the process to be working on "us" I think both he and I need to work on ourselves individually for more than just a month before we dive into fixing us. But this is the one time I'm really regretting living in New Jersey. Such a fucking hassle for one hour of marriage counseling.
I might just drag Chunky in with us. Does that make me a bad parent for making him wait in the waiting room for an hour by himself?
Aye, I'm flashing back to those poor kids at my old office that would be stuck in our lobby when their mom and/or dad were meeting with their divorce attorneys. I felt for them.
Chime in if you have any alternate ideas. I'm tempted to see if Little Miss Psycho-Family Girl could refer us to someone closer in Jersey.
But on the happier knitting front I finished T.'s Pinkley Taurus Scraper Mitt!Pattern:
Ice Scraper Mitt from 101 One-Skein WondersYarn:
Peace Fleece worsted weight in Perestroika Pink. You might recognize this yarn as having starred in Russian language yarnos such as War and Fleece
or last year's installment of Flash Your Stash
T., make sure you give Vladimir the hand job he deserves as you scrape your frigid Pinkley Taurus in the mornings. Needles:
US 7 DPNs.Notes:
This was a decent enough pattern. Not the best.
It called for an "invisible" cast on. Me being lazy and stupid, I cast on like normal. Later when it was time to turn the mitt inside out and attach the cuffs to one another it said to "pick up stitches from the provisional cast on." If I had known that an invisible cast on was the same as a provisional one, I would have done a provisonal one.
Ah well, live and learn.
And no, you do NOT have to do a provisional cast on (invisible or not!) to get this to work. I merely took a stitch from my normal cast on, and knitted it together with my live outer cuff stitches. Worked just fine. Less fuss, less muss.
I was also a bit confused by the picture.
The picture in the book shows a mitt with a ribbed body.
However the pattern for the body reads as follows:Round 1: (P1, K1) continue til end of round
Round 2: (K1, P2) continue til end of round
Round 3: Repeat Round 2
Round 4: Repeat Round 1
Do this for 7.25 inches.
Now maybe I'm stupid and lazy (see above) but that didn't end up looking like a rib. It ended up looking like this:
Now, I don't mind this at all. I think it looks fine.
Upon further inspection via The Place That Shall Not be Named about half of the mitts there have a rib the other half ended up like mine. But about half of the people bitched about the obvious mistake in the pattern.
Ok, I don't feel so lazy and stupid after all.
Kudos to The Place That Shall Not be Named for making me feel a little bit smarter and getting me that lovely discount at my LYS. Beyond that well...we won't get into it.
Labels: 2008 FOs, KAYE, Rehab