Swatches were made; measurements taken.
Months of fasle starts, a sense of hope, of urgency.
Slowly, meticulously, the lace cardigan was knit with careful stitches, the finest yarn.
Finally, the anticipation of that perfect garment and the glory of completion were mine. I could taste it. Bit by bit, the sections were completed, sewn together, and I could revel in the soft architecture of my toil.
Just the button band to complete.
Just have to rip out that button band and re-do it.
Again.
And once more.
OK, screw the button band. I'll tie it in front.
And I did.
And the bugger is just not right.
;)
Blue Sky Alpaca Lace Cardigan in Blue Sky Cotton
(see photo 2 posts or so ago for a shot of what it ought to look like)
Goodbye, friend. I'm finished with obsessing over you. Done with your crazy-making.
I'm putting you away until spring.
3 cheers for autumn knitting.
DH and I made merry at a recent family wedding. He assured the reception crowd that He Is Not a Crook.
;)
What a bashful guy.
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Baz, an email pal, suggested I do this. Baz is steadfastly [is that a word?] blogless, so he doesn't have to subject himself to such things. I don't really have thee nerve to tag anyone, though.
I married the boy next door.
I was introduced to my now husband by a neighbor. He (DH) had just moved into the apartment building for the second time, and it turns out that I was living in the apartment he had shared with his ex-girlfriend. Weird.
I have an MFA and an MS, and am hoping to go for a certificate in film studies and production. I.like.school.
When I was about 10 or so, I thought it would be pretty cool to marry Fred Schneider of the B-52’s or maybe David Byrne or Peter Gabriel.
I have happily practiced Buddhism for nearly 20 years.
I am determined to learn the Irish language.
I struggle very hard to do what is ethical and to overcome selfishness.
When I get into a line at the grocery checkout, I can almost guarantee that the bagger will disappear.
I literally can’t sleep if there are dirty dishes in my kitchen sink.
There you go. If you haven't gone random, feel free!
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The Bridal Shower
Don't get me wrong. I like the company of women, I enjoy tradition (when it's personal, not enforced), and I believe in the community of family and friends gathering to celebrate the joys of their loved ones.
However.
I really have a hard time at the average bridal shower. This is my idea of NO EXIT, Jean Paul Sartre style.
The very anticipation of sitting through insipid games (Bridal Bingo, The Bridal Fact Quiz, Toilet Paper Wedding Dresses, etc., etc.), eating delicately and not too much (so you don't look as ravenous as you really are), and spending hours watching the bride-to-be tear open a mountain of gifts, puts me into a tailspin.
;)
So it's time for the bridal shower. The victims to be are my stepson and his fiance, both of whom I love dearly.
Drive and hour. Firehall. Presents mounded on a table. Enter about a kajillion women of all ages. Enter hubby's cousins, nieces, etc. Love them all. Enter hubby's ex-wife.
We all sit together. "Isn't this pleasant?"
*This is where the scary music is supposed to start, but it won't. We're more or loss mostly kinda OK with each other. Short interludes are best.
All sit at same table.
Presents mounded on floor.
Mounded along walls.
Speeches. Games. Food. Games.
Love is in the air!
Presents. And more presents. All things aside, she kept this part moving very swiftly. Her technique was Tear, Announce, Display, Thanks, Move On. I love her for that. Among other things. 32 oven mitts and 9 photo frames later, it was time to disband. Time for all of us to go out into the world and spread the love we'd found celebrating Insert Bride's Name Here's upcoming nutptials.
Hubby and I were discussing the Answer-Trivia-Questions-About-the-Bride game, (and how I had failed to correctly list most of the answers) and we came up with some ideal trivia game questions for [i}my fictional bridal shower.
"What is Insert Bride's Name Here's dream destination?"
Answers could be: Ireland, Tibet, Iceland, the Shetlands.. all kinds of good answers for that one. Hubby got that one right immediately. Good man.
"Who is Insert Bride's Name Here's favorite existentialist author?"
Answer: Kafka
"Does Insert Bride's Name Here's prefer Metal or Bamboo needles? Circlular or DPN's?"
"What was the first item Insert Bride's Name Here knit for her husband to be while they were dating?"
And so on.
I think that questions like these would really get the party rolling, don't you?
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;)
The Vltava as it flows through Prague
I've been both calmed and energized by black, white and all things in between lately. I s'pose it's a longing for long, dark nights, the sound of snowfall, and some sort of cathartic reaction to my insane, life-sucking work schedule.
I've got black and white art films in my Netflix queue [pretentious git that I am], and I'm armed with wool and needles. Summer is ovah, baby. I'm ready for the universe of perpetual responsibility to take a nap and let me knit.
Almost done:
;)
I, of course am not going to be transformed into a young, willowy blonde when I wear mine, but it's nice to have the inspiration, just the same.
It's also a great feeling to have my spring sweater completed for the following autumn. Late. again. I've got to say, though, that I like the pattern enough to knit it again.
Film Roundup
What I've been watching:
Hot Fuzz
Snow Cake
Perfume
Chinatown
Driving Lessons
Notes on a Scandal
;)
The Opera House, Andrássy Street, Budapest
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I've been a lousy blogger, eh?
Until I can get my photos uploaded and my general act together, a summary will have to suffice:
Post-vacation madness and disorganization.
Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work KNIT Work work Work work Work work Work work KNIT.
Alan Johnston released from captivity.
Eat. Alot.
Finish Cardigan. Take no pictures. Feel too fat for pictures (see above).
Mean husband hide my chocolate (see above).
The Limey.
Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work KNIT Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work KNIT Work work Work work Work work Work work KNIT.
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
Finish experimental, off-the-top-of-my-head vest. In 2 days. Take no pictures. Way too hot for pictures.
Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work Work work.
Covet yarn.
Purchase yarn.
Guilt guilt guilt.
Over guilt.
Happy!
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