A Whole Week’s Worth, Crammed All Up In Here
October 7, 2007
SQUIRREL MELTS. It’s exactly what you think it is.
Oh my god. I started this damn entry MONDAY. School is kicking my ass.
So I’m in a public service building the other day doing what most people end up doing up there, waiting. I’m knitting away on a sweater for Isobel when this woman comes up the stairs to drop off her 7-ish kid for some class he was there for. His name was Brandon. Know how I knew? Because I heard it 14 gazillion times in the space of half an hour. Brandon was a fucking brat and the problem was clearly his mother.
“Brandon, get away from the stairs. Brandon, don’t you go down those stairs, please Brandon, just come here, I have to go get your sister!”
Her pleading quickly turned into whining, “Braaan-doooooonnnnnn, puuuuh-leeeeeeeeeze don’t pull me dowwwwwwn the stairs, you’re gonna make me faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall.”
After about 5 minutes of this one of the teachers comes out and managed to convince Brandon to come into the class room. Brandon’s mom slinks down the stairs gratefully.
4 minutes later I see a streak of yellow (his Spongebob shirt) as he flies out of the class room, teacher hot on his heels. “Brandon, where are you going? Come back here!”
A staff member looks up from the paper in her arms and says gleefully, “We got a runner!” It was all I could do to not lose my shit right there.
Brandon yells, “I’m gonna get my mom!”
“Brandon, your mom is gone already, she’s not here.”
As he races down the stairs he yells, “I don’t care!”
Ballsy teacher, that man, he just stood there and waited. Sure enough a few minutes later Brandon comes plodding up the stairs. He looks at the teacher balefully and says, “If my mom was here I’d be going home right now!”
Similar scenes were repeated over the next 20 minutes. A teacher would get Brandon back in the room only to have him come shooting out a few minutes later.
Goddamn, I’m glad I’m not breeding.
I tried to snap a picture with my phone of the little cretin, but I couldn’t, the architecture of the building made it one big echo chamber and it would’ve been too conspicuous.
I have knitting news, like actual, honest to god, holy fucking shitballs, I’m working on projects that I might actually finish! See? Here’s a sweater I’m almost done with for Isobel. Believe it or not I got the yarn at Big Lots and it’s the softest, cushiest yarn I’ve ever felt. It feels like velvet made out of chinchillas, it’s amazing! It knits up super quick too. This is the back, I’m working on the chest piece now, then I’ll crochet some sleeves on.
Spanky’s helping.
Here’s the toe of one Back to Basics sock. Easiest pattern ever. I love a good, simple sock pattern. It’s knit in KnitPicks Simply Stripes. I think these are going to be for me, but they may turn into holiday gifts, we’ll see.
Next I want to try these socks. They look awesome, but knitting a sock in nothing but short rows sounds daunting or tedious, or a little of both.
I placed myself on a new yarn moratorium until I can use up more of what I have in my stash, but I fell in love with these sock yarns when I went to my LYS with my sister this weekend.
This is the first time I’ve ever come across a Wildefoote yarn I like. I usually don’t care for the colorways or the yarns themselves, but this is not only soft, cushy and wonderful, but the colorway is gorgeous. I can’t wait to see how it knits up. The Soxx Appeal was mine the second my fingers touched it. It’s soft, silky, springy, cushy and wonderful. The colorway isn’t bad, but if they’d had others I probably would’ve gotten them. The way this stuff feels, though. Holy knitting gods, it’s amazing. It’ll make incredible socks.
I really love the new bags at my LYS. They’re so cute!
