Right now i’m between projects, my beret is finished (i’ll post photos of that and the vest as soon as i feel up to facing the cardreader, which will hopefully be tomorrow) and i’m waiting for a shipment of yarn. now, i thought this would be a good thing, focus on working for a few days, get in some good reading etc. not so. I have entered the advanced stages of yarn deprivations.-
yarn deprivation (deprivicus fiberus)
causes: going on for an extended amount of time without having a project to work on.
symptoms: excessive obsession with fiber, breaking concentration the moment you see anything that might possible resemble yarn (knitters suffering from advanced cases have been know to cast on for socks with angel hair pasta)
cure: in the early stages petting the yarn in one’s stash might help alleviate the symptoms somewhat, but this doesn’t last for long. the only know cure is to either go on a really good buying spree or cast on for a new project.
dress a day just linked to this really cool article about people who only wear one color. I think that it would be so cool to do that, it would also make shopping so much easier. my only question is what about graphic tees? i would probably do grey, and tuquoise. its such a nice and calm color, and maybe some of that would rub off on the rest of me. then, the tuquoise would just help make me a little bit less depressing to look at. also, you can get grey jeans, which is an essential requirement (and i find the idea of turquoise jeans strangely compelling). Incidentally one of the people profiled, who wears grey, is rebecca turbow. she’s this amazing indie designer. if i had more than seven dollars a week allowance i would definitely buy something from her. you can see an interview of her here-
maybe next year i’ll be monochromatic, that would be the perfect way to fit into high school.
tonight another astronomical even that won’t happen again for a millennia will occur. oddly the chance to see this is not one that i relish because it presents m with a big dilemma. sure this kind of eclipse won’t happen again until the earth is ruled by robots and we all live forever, but will there really be anything to see? all there will really be is a reddish moon, like the harvest moon, which comes around about once a year. however, there is also the weight of knowing that this will be the last time someone in our generation gets to see this, however unspectacular it is. is just seeing it more important than what you are seeing? i’ll probably see the eclipse, ten o’clock isn’t past my bedtime, and if anyone ever mentions the eclipse of ‘08 i’ll be able to say that i was there.
New York designer Nina Valent had made a dress out of juice pouches. it is however, not just for show. the dress is supposed to represent how the millions of juice pouches we throw away each year can be recycled. It’s actually a very attractive dress. the purple shiny-ness works for it. however, i have to wonder how all those juice pouched were emptied. did several assistants get hired to down a carton or three of five of “grape” juice?
I also see this emerging as a whole new kind of recycled clothing, the maker actually uses, or drinks, the product that goes into the garment. just think how many doritos would need to be eaten to make a suit.
to see a picture of this dress and read more got to here
for many years i have been a hardcore Nancy Drew fan. i collect vintage Nancy Drew books, can recite the entire history of the stratemyer syndicate, and tell you who actually ghostwrote the series. Also, although i don’t have quite the same level of interest in them, i have read nearly all of the hardy boys books and know a fair bit about them. i have long suspected that i might be just a little bit obsessed with world war II teen detectives, and today i got another sign. My dad was reminicing about his first car, a butter-yellow junker, and my first response was “oh, like chet’s car.” for the uninitiated, chet morton was the hardy boys sidekick who owned a yellow jalopy named queen that he was constantly trying to fix up. So, it is true that you can find a way to reference Nancy Drew/the hardy boys in every conversation.
its that time of year, applications are in grades have been sent out, and students in schools around the country have contracted cases of senioritis. senioritis is defiend by urban dictionary as “A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation.“ personally i don’t have a problem with it. kids haves spent two or three years stressing themselves out to get good grades so they can get into a good school. once they’ve sent in their application they deserve a break
so today i sewed 8 button-holes. this was not an easy task. i went through:
-denial: that little random bit of extraneous sewing up there is totally un-noticeable, right? it gives it that home-made touch.
-anger: why does the buttonhole hate me, why does the sewing machine hate me? why, why, WHY?
- bargaining: dear needle, if you don’t break i promise i won’t curse at another of your kind ever, ever, again.
- depression: why even bother. don’t they have factories in china for this sort of thing?
-and finally, acceptance: i realize that i may never have the perfect buttonholes, but i will have some thing just as good- i will have artistic buttonholes.
i have just found the amazingly awesome hat attack group. the premise is thus. you knit a hat FAST. i say FAST because if you don’t knit fast then your assassin will send you their finished hat and you will be dead. if you are killed then you will send your hat to your assassin and they will send it to the person who was your intended target. last one knitting wins bragging rights, a hat, and a repetitive stress injury. in short it is the knitting triathlon, complete with smack-talk (“it is obvious that I am the fastest knitter and the rest of you will be left in a pool of your own yarn-blood!”).
if i were of the kind who enjoyed speed knitting, or having the threat of yarny death loom over me then i so would have been there! however, i will be a spectator, cheering on the winners and helpfully pulling the needles away from the losers before they fall on them in exhaustion.
so for anyone who had ever wanted a Beatles sweater, bead purse, or anything like that- i have the solution. presenting the Beatles chart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you would ever use this, you know what i am talking about. if you don’t know what i’m talking about go hound someone who does and get them to knit you a Beatles sweater. so without further ado, here it is-
beatles-chart.pdf
the pattern is worked across 64 stitches and 30 rows
let it be known throughout the land that Ms Perception has voluntarily watched a football game.
i was definitely ambivalent about doing this. thanks to my two football fanatics in my family i understand that you score touchdowns, and that it is good to toss the ball through the large metal thing, but other than that, nothing. however, this wasn’t a problem because no one else knew anything either. apparently we were actually going to watch the superbowl commercials. for those of you who missed out on these cinematic masterpieces, here are the two best:
Sales genie: the scene, a panda bear in a shop filled with bamboo furniture. but they have to sell more or they will g out of business. the only logical solution is to pray to the panda god. the panda god tells them to go to salesgenie.com and then, presumably, goes off screen to pocket the hefty commission fee. salesgenie.com work and one month later their little mom and pop store has become a big box empire! hooray for the pandas!!!!!!!!!
Some very macho car company: look its a cute little scampering across the road, but here comes a car! it looks like chipmunk is going to go to the great big burrow in the sky. all across the forest animals stop so they can see their friend being run over. the woman in the car screams, the chipmunk screams, the woman screams, the chipmunk screams, etc. right when it looks like its curtains the manly man at the wheel swerves, and chipmunks are saved. so the moral is: buy this car so you to can give near death experiences to cute little rodents.
