I’ve heard LJ folks and budget-conscious types sing the praises of Tuesday Morning stores for a while. After hearing that they might have inexpensive interlocking foam blocks which could be used as a blocking board for knitting, I decided to check them out.
They didn’t have the foam squares, but they still managed to pull me in. I could NOT leave without these two sets of figurines, on sale for about $5 each.
I couldn’t just get one, I had to get both. Otherwise you’ve only got the Mahna Mahna guy and not the Doo do doo doot! gals. Tragedy! And yes, I do know that the Doo do doo doot! gals are called “Snowths.” Now I just need to clear a space off on my desk for it. Currently, my computer workspace is the horizontal equivalent of Fibber McGee’s closet.
Also picked up some new sheets, since I could no longer re-stitch the seams on the poor-quality ones that we had slept on the previous night. 350 thread-count cotton sateen sheets for about $50. Extravagant, sure, but a good bargain for the quality. The down side? Even after washing them twice before putting them on the bed, they’re LOUD. One of us will go to roll over, and it sounds like someone’s got their lavalier mike attached poorly to their shirt.
For the non-AV geeks, it’s like we’re sleeping in a bowl of Rice Krispies. Oh well. Maybe they’ll quiet down with time, because there’s no returning them now!
On the needles: Devon UK. Next up: Hull UK, then Massachusetts.
Huh. Well, now I think I like the new one (right) better than the hybrid one (left).
Also, it’s another little lesson in how blocking can help a garment. They’re a tad looser now, so less striping is lost in the roll of the brim.
Definitely bedtime.
I was so close to finishing up the hat in the new colorway that I went ahead and did it, and also altered the top a bit to have the pattern stand out a bit more. The photo certainly looks more polished than the one from 2004 that’s been up on the site. And I didn’t want to get caught out with an outdated colorway again, so I
updated the listing for the Silk Garden beanie to include a description and price along with the new colorway. I’ll fix the kiddie version later.
Adversity becomes opportunity!
Hm. I’m starting to sound like a motivational poster. Time to go to bed.
Ah, but speaking of motivational office crap, before I go to bed, a post from today reminded me of a site I wanted to let y’all know about: http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/
Heh. Co-workers are funny.
Remember my wacky adventures with Noro Silk Garden colorway 87? How they mysteriously changed their formulation and the new one looked nothing like the old one?
Old hat.
New hat. 
Well, yarn I ordered in an older dye lot arrived today. Instead of E2 (current) it was E. It wasn’t the B that somebody had in an old picture (but wasn’t offering), but it was described as having pinks and yellows by the seller.
Apparently, when old 87 and new 87 love each other very much, they get together and make hybrid 87.
Again, I say “WTF??” It’s got some components of the old, and some of the new. Now Noro is just screwing with me! Bastards! Bastardy bastard bastards! ARRRRGGGGHHH!!!
I’ve written to the client, with a much more level-headed tone than above, of course. She’s happy to get a hat, regardless of which colorway it is. It’s just… Man! It burns my britches! Note to self. Change rainbow beanie pic on site. BURN NORO HQ.
Time to turn in, but I haven’t updated in a couple of days, so the high points!
Yarn and knitting
The final TimTam
No more chocolatey goodness
Damn Aussie pushers!
I was working on a hat to go with the baby sweater, having written out a new pattern for a fairly basic but cute striped design. But I wanted something with more pizzazz.
When I get these thoughts, I’m like a dog with a bone it can’t let go of. As a result, I think I’ve hit upon a fun idea for a scrap-using hat pattern. Perhaps good enough to submit somewhere, depending on how it works out.
Now I’ve just got to find time to actually do the damn thing.
UK is still on the needles – 2 hats done, a scarf and a hat left to go for her!
I went to the dentist today for my biannual cleaning. My old dental hygienist had apparently left the practice to go to graduate school. My new dental hygienist was a little younger, and in a growing trend for the service professionals in my life, apparently went to my high school, albeit many years after me. “Gosh, sometimes I wish I’d grown up in the 80’s.” Thanks, little girl.
In the list of the top ten things you don’t want to hear your dental hygienist say, I think number seven must be, “Now, don’t be alarmed.” After today, I can tell you that it pops up to number five if she says it while you hear metal squealing behind your head. Turns out my new dental hygienist was just sharpening some sort of medieval torture device with a whetstone. No kidding about the whetstone. Sayeth she, “This is so much harder when this tool is dull.”
I am of two minds about this.
One: “If it’s supposed to be sharp, then by all means, sharpen it. The last thing I want is the dental equivalent of a shave with a dull razor.”
Two: “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP THAT ICE PICK OUT OF MY MOUTH.”
If my old dental hygienist was Floyd the barber, my new one is Sweeney Todd. I’ve never had a cleaning last so long, or have so many jabs. In my typical “bright side” fashion, I suppose it’s good that she was so thorough. In fact, she couldn’t have been more thorough unless she had taken my teeth out, individually sanded and polished them, then re-inserted them into my gums. I am not mentioning that possibility in front of her.
I usually go every six months. She wants to see me in three. I guess the lady down the street needs teeth for her meat pies. Brrrr.
