I feel like it has been years since my last post. It also feels like years since my last knit FO post. I'm almost ready to write one. Until that post, you'll find me scrubbing my sink. Gust is blocking in the basement, but before she was pulled to death, she left a nice blue stain in our sink. I said "blue". No typo. The picture's color is pretty accurate. I swear it turned blue. From the first dunk, the water was a nice shade of toxic green. It was almost frightening how green the water got. I rinsed and rinsed, but she kept bleeding. So I gave up and blocked. I'm not sure if this bleeding yarn is a sign that it just wasn't right for the pattern. Lace is something you must be patient with. Don't look for a concrete pattern. Just get the general idea and be amazed during the blocking process. I didn't get the amazement this time. Perhaps it's because I blocked it on a striped towel. Or maybe the yarn just had too much variegation. I guess I'll have to be patient for a little while longer. I hate being patient when it doesn't have to do with a dawdling toddler.
I've got a birthday coming up, so I asked our Mom for some gift certificates. I was ready to purchase Dixie Chick & Faulty Dyer. I was buying them for the names alone. You see, I'm a sucker for names. Any sort of personal connection and I'll load my cart. When I was younger, I'd buy lipsticks just for the name. I've grown up and always buy "Slightly Better Than Your Own Color" lip-gloss. But I still love the names. When it comes to fiber, I pretty sure I'll never spin or dye my own yarn. I just don't have that curiosity. But is there a Yarn Namer job out there? I'd love to knit a pair of socks out of Dirty Martini green. A whole sweater out of Freshly Baked Bread. What about a scarf out of Walk of Shame red? OK, perhaps there isn't a market for oddly named yarns, but I'd go on a wait list for Sonny Corinthos black. After doing some Ravelry searches on what my yarns would actually look like, I opted for different yarns. I just didn't like how my original choices knit up. I played it safe with the Oregon Red Clover. I didn't get enough of the color when I knit my shawl.
I was going to purchase some green colors, but I wanted something different. When in doubt, I always choose greens. Enter Love in Idleness. Maybe that will be my wedding knit project.
I've got one long day of driving and then I'm home. It's especially nice this week because Gus is having his annual Grandma/Grandpa week. My SIL and BIL swear they could never do this. I swear I can never go without this week. I love it. He loves it. They love it. Can it get any better? Yep. When both boys go!