Oh, Lola, you have the world's most perfect singing voice. I long to hear you sing "Baby, One More Time" or "Dirrty" or "Baby Beluga." And did I mention how you take the single most beautiful picture each and every time? Not just once, but multiple times. You put those girls on America's Next Top Model to shame - fierce, I tell you. And please, don't make me wax poetic on your ankles . . . their delicate nature is too much to handle. Oh, you want to know what all this is about . . . be patient!
Thanks for charting Shedir without the cable needle. I would have figured it out eventually, but I would have cursed the sun (not like I've seen it lately) and the cat before I would have figured it out. Honestly, I still have to so the little "make-an-L-with-your-left-hand" thing to get the twist and cables located correctly. And, with my fondness for using the JFK reference for the needle placement, I need all the help I can get. I have to say that Shedir is quickly becoming my favorite knit; I love the pattern, the yarn, the purpose. It's all good. Amazing . . . I can still find a knit to be in love with. The only problem, you ask? Well, I am knitting one for me as a test and one for the Flyer's sister who is undergoing chemotherapy. I am finding it a little slower than I anticipated and won't have hers done for a week or longer. Either way, I am loving the whole thing. I can see now why people go ape-shit over this yarn. When we are in London this summer, I will definitely send the Flyer shopping at Hamley's so I can score some Calmer in peace.
So, what was up with that opening paragraph? Guilt, that damn vestiage of Catholicism, has gotten the better of me. I am feeling a potential road trip coming on and I wanted you and Gus to join me. Think of all the knitting you can do and that one yarn shop might carry STR. Who better to drive 14 hours with? Besides, you aren't nursing any more so you don't have to flash your tits to the passing truckers . . . unless you really want to.
PS - I hope people realize that the blog titles very rarely have anything to do with the posts . . . they're song titles after all. If you haven't already seen Hedwig and the Angry Inch, check it out for all its trans-gender glory and rocking soundtrack.