of coffee and yogurt
Family Fun Day! was....not so bad. Our friends Derrick and Brenda came and we got to see their newborn Evan. Evan is the baby for whom I'm knitting the Zoe Mellor fish cardigan from Double Knits (it's the sweater on the cover of the book). I was going to have it done for Brenda's baby shower in April. Then I was going to have it done for the birth at the end of May. Then I discovered something really important about myself:
I Hate Intarsia.
I don't think it's just the average, "Oh, Intarsia, what a pain" kind of hatred. It's the kind of deep-seated hatred that comes from some past-life trauma that only regressive hypnosis can cure. My fish are puckered so much that it's going to take The Man Who Lives in the House (an engineer who hates knitting) to cut my stranded fish and tie the strands into little unravelable (a new word!) knots around the perimeter of each fish. It's so deep-seated that I can't finish a stupid baby sweater.
There were tours of the cubicles and Derrick had more pictures of The Man than of his wife and son. Granted, they were pictures taken underwater but Brenda and I thought that was highly amusing and needled Derrick and The Man mercilessly for the rest of the day. There was a bungee-run that we watched The Man go on, strap himself into a harness and proceed to tumble backwards into, injure himself on, and bleed on the entire drive home. That, too, was highly amusing, and Derrick wished out loud that he had brought his camera.
On the way home, however, we made a detour so I could meet Jane who gave me eight whole skeins of bamboo yarn in parrot, my favorite colorway! She had gone to Dunwoody Yarn earlier in the day. I had stopped in around 11 AM, and it was packed with people, but I wasn't able to stay, and it closes at 4 PM on Saturdays, so it sounds like words is getting out. I'm working on a class / workshop schedule for Christine (per her request) and a description of what classes I can offer. The most popular seems to be a basic Intro to Knitting, a short workshop on casting on, knitting, and binding off. More fluffy novelty scarves, here we come!
I worked more on the sleeveless Noro top. I should be done in a few days. I'm drinking tons of coffee because I argued heavily with The Man this morning over yogurt. Yogurt! Why are men so obnoxious in the mornings? Why don't they actually listen to you when you ask them a direct question? Example:
Me (sing-songedly, at 5:30 AM, of course): Honey, did you notice you're putting my yogurts in your lunch box? Are you out of your yogurts?
Him (grouchy, grumpy): Huh? Uh, yeah, whatever.
Me: I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'll go grocery shopping tonight after my chorus meets, you stay here while I'm at chorus, of course.
Him: Okay.
So I get to work and he had put his yogurts in my lunchbox, and mine in his. When I called him to tell him this, he said, "Oh, yuck! I hate your yogurts!" When I said I had pointed this out to him this morning as he was putting them in his lunchbox, he claims he was "just agreeing with me but he didn't know what I was saying at the time." This of course started a tremendously huge argument, although you'd think I'd know better because he's a man, but come on! Don't just say yes to something without knowing what it is! Am I the only one who has to deal with this?
Gloves made for brother's girlfriend: 1/2
Gospel (aka "Jesus") songs learned for tonight's secular chorus since my voice part was changed last week: 0
My religion: Jewish
I don't think it's just the average, "Oh, Intarsia, what a pain" kind of hatred. It's the kind of deep-seated hatred that comes from some past-life trauma that only regressive hypnosis can cure. My fish are puckered so much that it's going to take The Man Who Lives in the House (an engineer who hates knitting) to cut my stranded fish and tie the strands into little unravelable (a new word!) knots around the perimeter of each fish. It's so deep-seated that I can't finish a stupid baby sweater.
There were tours of the cubicles and Derrick had more pictures of The Man than of his wife and son. Granted, they were pictures taken underwater but Brenda and I thought that was highly amusing and needled Derrick and The Man mercilessly for the rest of the day. There was a bungee-run that we watched The Man go on, strap himself into a harness and proceed to tumble backwards into, injure himself on, and bleed on the entire drive home. That, too, was highly amusing, and Derrick wished out loud that he had brought his camera.
On the way home, however, we made a detour so I could meet Jane who gave me eight whole skeins of bamboo yarn in parrot, my favorite colorway! She had gone to Dunwoody Yarn earlier in the day. I had stopped in around 11 AM, and it was packed with people, but I wasn't able to stay, and it closes at 4 PM on Saturdays, so it sounds like words is getting out. I'm working on a class / workshop schedule for Christine (per her request) and a description of what classes I can offer. The most popular seems to be a basic Intro to Knitting, a short workshop on casting on, knitting, and binding off. More fluffy novelty scarves, here we come!
I worked more on the sleeveless Noro top. I should be done in a few days. I'm drinking tons of coffee because I argued heavily with The Man this morning over yogurt. Yogurt! Why are men so obnoxious in the mornings? Why don't they actually listen to you when you ask them a direct question? Example:
Me (sing-songedly, at 5:30 AM, of course): Honey, did you notice you're putting my yogurts in your lunch box? Are you out of your yogurts?
Him (grouchy, grumpy): Huh? Uh, yeah, whatever.
Me: I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'll go grocery shopping tonight after my chorus meets, you stay here while I'm at chorus, of course.
Him: Okay.
So I get to work and he had put his yogurts in my lunchbox, and mine in his. When I called him to tell him this, he said, "Oh, yuck! I hate your yogurts!" When I said I had pointed this out to him this morning as he was putting them in his lunchbox, he claims he was "just agreeing with me but he didn't know what I was saying at the time." This of course started a tremendously huge argument, although you'd think I'd know better because he's a man, but come on! Don't just say yes to something without knowing what it is! Am I the only one who has to deal with this?
Gloves made for brother's girlfriend: 1/2
Gospel (aka "Jesus") songs learned for tonight's secular chorus since my voice part was changed last week: 0
My religion: Jewish
posted by itgirl at 9:04 AM
2 Comments:
Heh. They're all the same. Men that is, not yogurt.
This is the fun thing about blogs. When you find one that catches your eye, and then actually manage to read the posts without dropping dead from boredom or having an epileptic fit DuE To CuTEneSS, you get a glimpse into some really surprisingly different lives.
For instance. I don't know a thing about knitting. I am actually allergic to most wools so I wouldn't be able to knit anyway. Somehow I know it wouldn't be pretty if I did. But you hate intarsia. Obviously, you've caught on to the fact that I don't know what intarsia is. I love it that you hate it. "She hates intarsia. Brilliant!" Richer tapestry and all that. Seriously. Isn't that sad?
If I had to get up at 5.30 am, I'd BE your husband.
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