I've been both specifically and generally tagged for the Seven R-Word Things meme. Under more productive writing circumstances I might have dodged this particular blogging bullet, but dammit, I need a swift kick in the keyboard. I blame Ravelry. I blame report cards. I blame the fact that I've made the end-of-year shift to teaching gender studies and have had to re-adjust my curriculum. (See past gender studies highlight here. Today's highlight- a female black belt in Tae Kwon Do broke some boards for my kids. Jaws dropped. Splinters flew. Stereotypes were challenged. A good time was had by all.) In order to avoid total R-wordness, I had to choose a theme for these. Enter my knits to do the work for me! Top-down, toe-up, we're all about tops and bottoms here. But mostly bottoms.
1. Bottoms up! I told you I was going to do this, right? Here it is- my first-ever toe-up sock in STR Lightweight in the color G-Rocks. I used Wendy's newest pattern to guide me into the toe-up world and it couldn't have been a more pleasant experience. Now that I've finished one, I've started another in different yarn before I do the second. Even so, I'm not feeling any second-sock-syndrome coming on at all. Maybe it's those colors. Toe-up is so darn satisfying. I just hate those leftover beautiful bits of sock yarn that you know could have added precious length if you had only known.
2. Once when I was eight I saw my sister across the pool, dove in, and swam underwater until I came up right beneath her and pinched her, with the kind of ferocity only a big sister can deliver, on the ass. You know the end of this story. I surfaced triumphant, gasping, inches from the sputtering, incredulous face of a total stranger. Suffice it to say I was underwater again in a flash an didn't surface until maximum distance between me and my victim had been achieved. Clearly, though, 24 years is not enough distance to keep my face from turning red when I think of it.
3. The Biscuit has 8 toes. That's because his second and third toes, on both feet, are fused. A few hours after he was born, a nurse came in and said she needed all visitors to leave the room because she "needed to talk to the parents alone." Can you imagine? When we discovered that the cloak and dagger was about his freakin' toes, I didn't know whether to hit her or hug her. I think I would have chosen the former had I not been somewhat mobility-challenged at that moment.
4. In sixth grade I plopped down on the beanbag chairs in our classroom's reading corner with the latest Choose Your Own Adventure (enter the spooky cave or dive into shark-infested waters?) and my rear encountered a newly sharpened pencil. I think the lead's still in there.
5. I have had two obgyns and one midwife tell me that, despite what every book and every website and every other person on this earth says, it's fine to have an occasional drink during pregnancy. I do not subscribe to the Precious Vessel theory of motherhood. I believe that there's a lot of anti-female stuff going on in the world of pregnancy and childbirth that masquerades as empowerment. But that's for a longer post. I'm just saying that if this summer at the beach, there's a lime and a Corona and a fish sandwich with grilled pineapple in front of me, I won't necessarily say no, and I definitely won't feel like less of a mother. Bottoms up, indeed.
6. And while we're on the topic of things that could get me flamed out of blogland, I might as well go for broke. In addition to beliving in the occasional glass of wine during pregnancy, I do not (gulp) love Harry Potter. In fact, the item at the very bottom of my knitting basket- the Davy Jones's Locker, be-barnacled knit of my nightmares, is a House Colors Scarf that I promised to knit for my school auction in, of course, Gryffindor colors (I was really hoping for Slytherin). I do appreciate what Rowling's books have done for kids- encouraging so many of them to read and to feel that sense of accomplishment that comes from scaling the peak of a 700-odd page (cough*overlong*cough) book. However, despite her stupendous imagination and inspiring personal story, I just think...I don't know...maybe she needs a better editor? The adverbs. Good lord, the adverbs.
7. And here's one from the top, to go with my Hello Yarn Top-Down bonnet. On Saturday, May 12, my cousin graduated first in his class from Virginia Tech with a degree in Aerospace Engineering. I couldn't be more proud, T-Man.
As usual, details on FO's can be found in the Knits '07 album in the sidebar!