In which I’m totally not worth it but I love it anyway!
NLW let it be known that she expected to hang out with me before I move away. She made some sweetly snide comment wondering if I could ‘make time’ in my ‘busy schedule.’ I retorted, “Dude, I work FIVE HOURS A DAY. It’s not like I’m busy.”
So it was decided we’d hang out last night. And so we did. She came over and immediately told me a sad story: her household lost a dog recently. I hate that shit. *sniffle* But then we went out for Mexican food – and a strawberry margarita! – and talked our faces off. Then we went to her house, where we continued to talk our faces off more and she made me a gift of some awesome sock yarn so I could make some toe-up socks soon.
The photo (on my monitor, at least) actually does capture the colorway rather well. Rather than being one of those electric-bright clown puke multis that’s so popular lately, it’s a muted pinkish-brownish sort of thing that is going to make awesome socks. (And maybe some gauntlets, too, since the skein is 450 yards and I tend to make short socks.)
Sock knitting is all the rage these days, probably because socks are small and portable projects while also being affordable and complex enough to be interesting.
She also gave me the “This damn thing took me seven years to finish” Sweater she’d knit for the Ever Handsome Mr. J but which is the girliest sweater ever so he can’t wear it without laughing. (Or one assumes, being laughed at.) I told her I’d take it to the Northwest, have it tye-dyed, and give it to a lesbian so it could fulfill its sweatery destiny. Because everything – even seven-year sweaters – deserves to be be in its dharma!
These are the socks I’m knitting right now. They’re fuckin’ awesome. I basically taught myself the magic loop method with the help of the Internet and five minutes of tutoring from NLW who loves me more than I shall ever deserve. (And who will also be VISITING ME ON THE LEFT COAST NEXT YEAR. Oh yes she will.)
In other news, Sin left me a voice mail yesterday and he has the most fantastic, cultured, charming voice.
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The Sin sounds even sexier in person, yo!
Yay for sock yarn! We know how you *heart* the pink and the brown.
I *heart* brown the mostest. -m
that is a beautiful color! i want to see those sweet socks when you are done.
There will be pictures! -m
Hooray for the self-teaching of Magic Loop!
I loves the Intarwebz. -m
Funny, I never knew what “NLW” stood for, until now.
She’s really, really nice. And good. Hence the nickname.
What, exactly, *is* “nastly” anyway?
A typo.
And that yarn looks like a bad bleedout. You could probably knit a reasonable stuffed t-bone with it.
It never once occurred to me to knit a t-bone. -m
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