Monday, November 27, 2006

Four days in the 'burbs, much retail therapy, and 2 lbs later, I'm back in the city, and once again, hooked up with high speed internet. My father insists on clinging to his dial-up - why do I need it to be any faster? he says. And, I guess if you're retired, and you have all day to wait for one measly page to load up, I guess you're right - why do you need it to go any faster? But, old fast and wrong over here can't bear it, so no broken heart this time to account for the gap between posts - just technical difficulties.

So, here is my latest fast and wrong - my niece's cardigan. I started a cardigan for my niece over the summer. I'm one sleeve away from finishing it. But, it's cotton - blech. And, then the seams have to be sewn - blech. And then, a ruffle needs to be picked up around the whole thing - blech. So, I decided to do a simple top down cardigan with my gifted Debbie Bliss bubble gum pink yarn. I pulled Barbara Walker off the shelf, and my eyes glazed over as I thought about the math. There must be a pattern - someone must have already done this work for me - so off I went, and I found an Ann Nordling top down cardigan, sized for gauges running the gammut of 3.5/inch to 5.5/inch. But, the cardigans were a bit blah - no pizazz. So, instead of putting a floppy collar, I put a ruffle (hmmmm - sounds suspiciously like the cardigan I'm one sleeve away from finishing).
Then, I decided to do an edging from Nicky Epsteins' On the Edge Book. Hmmm. . . looks like that has to be sewn on . . . sounds like that cardigan that is one sleeve away from completion.


So, I still have 2 sleeves to knit (hmmmm . . . 2 sleeves, one sleeve - you do the math) (not to mention the fact that those armholes look a tad bit big . . .), an edging to finish and sew, and a button band to pick up. What was I thinking???? And, I don't really like the edging for this cardigan - it's not really childlike - and, uch, I think I might ruffle all around - JUST LIKE THE CARDIGAN THAT'S 90% DONE ALREADY.

Sigh. Needless to say, I've put it dowm for a bit (hmmm . . . just like the other cardigan), and I've been working on Geyl. Geyl is growing like baby elephant. You can't tell from the picture (which looks much like the picture I already posted), but there's a gazillion stitches on the needle, and from the caston edge to wear I am now is about 18 inches. The pattern calls for 9 skeins of Koigu. I'm only through the third ball. I feel like I'm knitting a bedspread. But, its Koigu, and its pretty, and we'll see how it goes.

So, I'm off to Key West on Wednesday. I'm going to a Continuing Legal Education conference sponsored by NORML, the group that advocates the legalization of marijuana (no, our office doesn't pay for this -- they send us a grant). I heard there are interesting party favors on the table. Too bad I don't smoke. On one hand, it will be nice to get out of Dodge, but on the other hand, I'm not sure if I'm in the right place to be alone in party town. I've really been ok. I did turn my phone off for the majority of the break - it's not that I'm avoiding a phone call, because that's not happening - but I'm so used to the phone ringing like clockwork at certain times - in the morning on his way to work, lunch, mid afternoon, the end of his shift, even if it was at 2:00 a.m. - I'm like Pavlov's dog - it's not that I want it to ring, I'm just trained to hear it.

I reactivated my jdate account, and I got this IM from some 30 year old kid last night. He asked me why it's hard to meet men. Instead of replying, it's not hard to meet men, it's hard to meet men who aren't jackasses, I said, well, I work at a jail, yadda yadda. I meet cops and robbers and it's sometimes hard to tell the difference, yadda yadda . . . and then this kid had the nerve to start asking "have you given up hope?" I said, I don't know what what you're talking about - "well, you can't give up hope of meeting someone . . ." and he went on, and I stopped him, "look little buddy, did I say I was unhappy or hopeless? and I don't need a pep talk, capice?" "Um ok," he said, and quickly closed his window. Maybe I do need to go to Key West and take up a new hobby . . .

7 comments:

carol segal (ladybird1956@yahoo.com) said...

I've only heard good things about JDate. So you got a putz on line. Never mind - he's just there to remind you that putzs exist. There must be lots of interesting, intelligent guys out there. Hang in there, and go have some fun in Key West. Just, maybe, stay away from the brownies...
Carol

Wendy said...

The gals down here in Baltimore love Match.com. I know multiple people in my office who have met great guys (and I've met them -- they're really nice and don't seem to have axes hiding anywhere, though some do have exes, LOL)

Go to KW and let off steam. You deserve it ... watch the party favors, though.

Can't wait to see Geyl a little further along ... I want to get the pattern.

Dorothy said...

I hope you have a great time in Key West, though like others before me have said, watch what you eat and drink.
Best of luck with the dating thing. You never know.

JoAnn, Wynnewood, PA said...

Funny story. My sister in law lives in Albuquerque. About 4.5 years ago she went on JDate and met this guy who had never been married, had the same interests that she had and was looking for a serious relationship. The amazing thing - she was almost 50 and he was over 50. When they got married, the rabbi said it was a triple miricle - two Jewish singles who'd never been married finding each other in Albuquerque. The odds of that were astronomical. Keep the faith. I wish my daughter would go on it but she's young and stubborn. Have fun in Key West. Soak up some sun for me.

Lisa said...

He's only a kid--and he probably thinks we need men to make us happy. It's a good thing he closed his window, because you certainly don't need someone so uninformed.

I love your Geyl! I am thinking of adding it to my queue!

Carol said...

As the parent of a 3yr old girl, I advocate keeping that cardigan edging. Just because they are little girls doesn't mean everything has to be frou-frou. BTW- I bought my house from the lawyer who argued the Supreme Ct case for medical marijuana. Still haven't found anything here...

s t a c i said...

Ooooo - I know exactly where your mind is with the pink sweater. Sometimes if I even think too much about the seaming part of it, I start losing interest. The edging you chose is so pretty...it looks like party streamers!

It's all about the eye of the tiger. Don't lose it. You can do it. (This is my sweater-finishing mantra.)