Presh-ious Knitting

A little blog about knitting. Well... mostly whinning about how little time I have for knitting.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Here I yam!

Yeah, I know, you forgot I even blogged anymore! You forgot I even HAD a blog. I get it. Stop it with the guilt trip, okay? :-)

I've been kinda busy finding myself a new way to pay da bills. Now that I'm all graduated (yippy!) I've been looking for a new job (because hey, everything else in my life has changed this year). And I've finally found one! I start next week, and I'm super-duper excited.

Back to da knitting - frankly I haven't had much time for it. And I don't have any new pictures because my camera is on the fritz. I can, however, tell you a little secret:

shhh.... come closer....I bought the yarn for this:

It's Eunny Jang's Print o' the Wave Shawl. On it's way to my apartment are 3 balls of KnitPick's Bare which is a fingering weight merino/silk. As the name implies, it comes undyed, so yes I'm even going to dye my own dang yarn!

I'm also working on writing up the pattern for a tank/tee shirt (I'm not 100% sure which it's gonna be yet) that I've been working on for the past couple weeks. After I finish that, and to give myself a little repireve from lace knitting, I'm gonna try to make up a pattern for a low v-neck sweater vest.

PS - Is anyone else in LOVE with Michael Buble? The song "Everything" off his CD Call Me Irresponsible makes me feel all girlie inside! Check it out!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

To the victims of the Virginia Tech shootings:

I feel the need to explain why I’m not more upset about your deaths. Please trust that it’s not because I don’t deeply regret that your lives were cut short and your brilliant futures were snatched from your hands by a madman. It’s not because I don’t appreciate how sincerely terrified you must have been, staring down the barrel of a gun with your classmates lying dead around you, the shots that took their lives still ringing in your ears. I really am sad; I just don’t have the emotional strength to get overwrought about it.

I think you would agree our generation has had to deal with some pretty tragic stuff in recent years: the Columbine massacre in 1999, September 11th, 2001 and the military strikes that followed; the Iraq war, Hurricane Katrina and a plethora of other senseless murders, tragedies, scandals, and natural disasters. Not to mention the fact that the Cubs haven’t played a decent season in years.

And so now I’m tired. My heart has been rung out like a wet rag over the last eight years, while you and I were trying to make the difficult passage from teenager to adult. We were coming of age in an increasingly cruel world, and no matter how nice we were, how much time or money we donated, no matter how we voted or campaigned, how much we educated ourselves on the issues and discussed them, there was simply nothing we could do to make any bit of difference. That’s how it seemed, huh?

I imagine most of you were a lot like me. You were going to school not because your parents told you to, but because you had dreams of doing something significant with your lives. You wanted everyone to be proud of you, so you worked hard, smiled through a lot of tough times, tried to treat everyone with equal friendship and courtesy. You wanted to prove wrong those who called you the “boomerang generation”. And you did. Those who knew you closely have been singing your praises to the newspapers, as well they should. You were remarkable. You loved and were loved. You were everything that is good and decent in this world.

After Columbine, they put two police officers at the entrance to my high school and made us get id badges. For weeks after September 11th, I dreams of smoky buildings and I couldn’t get onto an elevator. I was glued to my TV when we bombed Afghanistan and I made CNN my homepage when we went to Iraq. I sent money to the Red Cross and the Humane Society after Katrina and raged against the mismanagement of my country. And Monday morning, I cried in my car when I heard of your deaths on the radio.

But now I’m just numb. It doesn’t even register with me. The media has turned your school into a high school drama stage, your friends the actors and your death the climatic scene. And I can't watch one more minute or listen to one more analysis or read one more article about the details. He was sick and there was nothing to do to stop him, and that's all there is to it. They say the debate about gun controls has been reopened by your deaths, they’re arguing about whether we need more guns or fewer. I’m curious what you would have said. But I just don’t have any passion left in me right now, but someday I will again. I promise. Someday I will care again to live out the dreams I have, because I know that's all you wanted to do, and I am blessed to still have the chance. Rest in peace, you will be with us always.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Heard it through the grapevine

I've got some big news...

Haha, just kidding. The real news is that Lion Brand is bringing back the much-coveted Cotton Ease Yarn in a spiffy new package:

As you may know, I have quite a collection of the "old" Cotton Ease, or at least I did until I finished ze honking blue swirl blanket. That's right folks, it's DONE. Proud mama pictures to follow...

Thursday, February 01, 2007

The Slanket

Karen mentioned this last night at Stitch n' Bitch, so this morning I had to look it up -

The Slanket looks like pure genius. It's basically a blanket with sleeves. See?

Brillant! Now, do you suppose could I knit one???? (evil laugh)


Thursday, December 28, 2006

Now that I have time...

I am going to read for myself more! I'm finally going to go pay my library fines and check out some non-required reading material. Here is my tenative list:

(update - ones bolded I have finished)

The Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard

What If I had Never Tried It, Valentino Rossi

The Undomestic Goddess, Sophie Kinsella

In the Company of the Courtesan, Sarah Dunant

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Mark Haddon

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell, Susanna Clarke

Leap of Faith, Queen Noor of Jordan

Lucrezia Borgia, Sarah Bradford

Lipstick Jihad: A Memoir of Growing Up Iranian in America and American in Iran, Azadeh Moaveni

The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini

The Memory Keeper's Daughter, Kim Edwards

The Intellectual Devotional by David Kidder, Noah Oppenheim

People's History of the United States: 1492 to Present by Howard Zinn

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

A Wrinkle in time by Madeleine L’Engle

The Screw-tape Letters by C.S. Lewis

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Edith Grossman

We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live: Collected Nonfiction by Joan Didion

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

The Master Butcher's Singing Club, Louise Erdrich

The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde

My Antonia by Willa Cather

There are 25 books here, some classics and some new ones, hopefully I can get them all done this year.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

My Buddy and Me!

Look who I met last week!! We're BFF now. Excuse the slightly greasy hair on both of us - it was hot in that room! Go Team Vilsack!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Call Mrs Livings, Darcy is using math outside of class

Wouldn't my math teacher be proud? I'm writing a pattern for a x-mas tree skirt out of my favorite stitch pattern and lots of math, math, math. I hate math. I'll probably not get started on this until January, but it's fun to dream, no??