No, I wasn't waiting until the Big Wool sold. And in fact, I've decided to keep the Chunky Print, as Margaux may have inspired me to make the Lace Leaf Pullover of it. Thank you so much to everyone who shopped and commented and wished me well in the sale. I think we might pull through...if our air conditioner, which is currently on the fritz, cooperates to a cheaper tune than I fear it might. Hell's bells.
It's been a horribly busy couple of weeks, most notably measured (by our Fricky way of noting the passage of time) by the fact that I have only finished one book (Chabon's newest noir) while Mr. Frick, who reads at the speed of a traveling glacier, has read, like, five. Chief among them, in his estimation, was a biography of the band AC/DC, who he believes (Nora, please let me know your thoughts on this one) is Australia's "Greatest Cultural Export." I admit I kind of enjoyed sitting down with my cereal in the morning and opening the book randomly to see what little pearls of wisdom might lie in wait. For instance, did you know that it's quite possible that the reason the band is so short is that they grew up drinking lead-laden water? And that the official and nicey-nice way of saying "he died by choking on his own vomit" is "death by misadventure"? And my personal favorite: that the band ordered thousands of t-shirts for their comeback tour for the Back in Black album after said misadventure caused them to have to find a new frontman, and when the t-shirts arrived, they read "Back And Black" and had to all be discarded?
Thanks be that I didn't have the same experience with these, right? I mean, there's a reason I teach under my maiden name- we all know what 12 year-olds could do to my married one. I followed Caro's example and bought these from Namemaker. They were my Mother's Day gift to myself! Now if only everyone would please send back the knitted items I've made them in the past so that they might be properly labelled, I'd be most grateful.
But there has been knitting, even if there hasn't been reading. Our Netflix queue has served up all sorts of knittable fare lately, though I must say I was bored to tears by Danielson: a Family Movie (story arc, people!), and found myself wishing someone had seen fit to film the antics of the Thunder from Down Under instead. (Oh, wait. They did. And it was awe-inspiring.) Megan is hoping I've joined her single sock revolution, but instead I'm just doing this my usual weird magic number way- 3 singles before I make the 3 to match.
These two were made with Wendy Johnson's new pattern, which I highly recommend. I'll give further details when I finish the pairs, but on the left you have Socks that Rock Lightweight in G-Rocks, and the right is Cherry Tree Hill Supersock in Earth (I just added a 2x2 rib to the pattern- no biggie). And then, because I like to do everything Ashley does, I made this one:
That's Minty's Anastasia sock in Socks that Rock Lightweight, Peaseblossom, which worked out abso-smurfly perfectly. No pooling, no flashing. It's like, how much more perfect can this be, and the answer is none. None more perfect. Unless it was my exact inner structure, done in a sock. (Oh, just see the movie!)
We're off to the beach tomorrow night, and I'll do my very best to blog from there. The six hour ride while the Biscuit sleeps (fingers, toes, eyeballs crossed on this one) will give Mr. Frick and me plenty of time to begin the planning for Biscuit's Halloween costume this year. What can I say? We're inspired. Because when it comes to AC/DC, Mr. Frick's love goes to eleven. And a girl with
American thighs a yarn stash like mine gets very little room to argue.
(What the hell are "American thighs" anyway? Anyone? Anyone? Angus?)