You guys are so lovely and supportive. I've blogged about our dog before here and here so you can see her. I do have to tell you a secret. Stories like the one I told the other day are city dweller fodder. Live in an urban area for any length of time and you too will have a store of these urban nuisance stories, scary (many of them) and not so scary (some really funny). We wear these stories like badges of honor and experience and trot them out for eachother as kind of an inside joke... Now, when something truly horrible happens, like Bridgett's story of earlier this summer, we don't talk about it much... but those stories are really few and far between. Really. So this one goes down in the annals of "Are you kidding?!" The woman (still not sure about that particular detail) was certainly without legs. It was certainly 3:30 a.m. She certainly wanted me to open the door. She certainly did not want to talk to police officers. Other than that, it's mostly conjecture. I am sure of this bit of conjecture though, she was mentally off -- whether due to drugs or alcohol or mental illness or some combination of these things. Remember folks, you never open the door to strangers, be it 3:30 a.m. or p.m. Never.
And another thing -- I'm so glad that none of you told me to move. 'Cause I won't. I love my neighborhood. It's where my friends are and my church is and my hang-outs are. We have a pretty good school for the kids and good friends for them. We have a lovely home and yard. My husband can walk to work downtown if he feels like it -- takes him awhile, but during Mardi Gras it's worth it -- and he can certainly drive to and from work in minutes. We're a hop and a skip from the Theatre district, the Zoo, the Science Center, the Arch, the Farmer's Market, ... you name it. Yeah, my county friends (that's what we call the suburbs here in St. Louis) don't have crack heads knocking on their doors in the middle of the night, but there is crime everywhere. We choose the city. We try to spend most of our money here. We see it as recycling on a grand scale. And we're annoyingly holier than thou about it. *grin*
Just about done with the baby surprise jacket from Elizabeth Zimmermann -- I know Ruth told me about another version but I can't remember what it was... And the astute among you will realize that this is not an intarsia baby sweater either. Hmm. Somebody give this "itis" a name... I couldn't, for the life of me, find a project that I loved for this baby! I started the following and abandoned them: a log cabin blanket out of Knitpicks Palette; a Dale of Norway sweater; the intarsia sweater. Sheesh.
This I love. And it's the yarn. Which I have to tell you is Merino Style from Knitpicks again. I ordered a few each of several of the colors for mittens this winter. And let me tell you! This stuff is soft and lovely knit on 6s. Oh my. The hand of the fabric is sumptuous. It's making this simple sweater just sing. It'll get turquoise or green buttons and a hood. So. Gosh. Maybe I'll actually finish this one...SEEING AS HOW THE BABY IS ALREADY BORN!
Yep, new nephew on Thursday. Mom, Dad/bro, and baby are fine. The name's still a little in flux but it'll shake itself out.
Yarn acquisition? Yep.
I ordered from the Yarn Co-op again. I know, I know. I shoulda dumped them after the embezzling debacle this summer, but I didn't. Then we had the opportunity to order sock yarn dyed to specification for like 8 or 9 dollars a skein. So I bit. I've been wanting to do kneesocks. I ordered this one dyed with light and dark green, rose, and taupe. Really like the colors, and the pooling will sort itself out when I increase for the calf and decrease for the ankle. Really do not like the yarn, which is touted as 100% merino, but knits up on ones and twos like string. No merino sproing. I know, looks ok in the picture, but trust me. It's not ok. So. It was an experiment gone wrong. The yarn? Socks that Fit is the outfit. Whatever. The problem is that I'm not in only for a dime... I'm in for a dollar:
Or so. Anyway, before I throw in the towel, I'm gonna cast off that little tube, wash it and see if it fluffs. Then we'll see.
Edited to add: Beth from Socks that Fit was gracious enough to leave a comment to my snarkish post. Thanks Beth. And I'm washing the sample I've knit. Did I say I loved the colorwork? Yep. And the lesson? If you're gonna snark, the snark recipient might be the first person to read your post, so you better be ready to ... well ... be gracious about it.
Happy Monday -- see you with a finished baby surprise hoodie later today. Or bust!