A Knitter in Transition

My adventures - in knitting, marriage, and moving across hemispheres.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you

that I got a job. I mentioned it in a previous post, but never mooned on about it.

As of September 18th, I'll be the Secretary to the Commanding General of the Third Marine Logistics Group. I'll be typing and e-mailing and scheduling and spending my paychecks on custom hand-painted cashmere and Michael Kors and some killer Christian Louboutin peep-toe platform superpumps.

Or, maybe I'm dreaming and should count on just the office stuff. Regardless, watch out for me pimpin' it down soutbound highway 58, working the nylons and pearl studs, rocking out to "she works hard for the money" and "jump" (Madonna. You know, very The Devil Wears Prada...only, I'll be in Okinawa wearing Old Navy).

Fingering Weight is for Suckers

I'm not sure what my obsession with teensy tiny evil cotton is but it continues, and does so AGAINST MY WILL. This is supposed to be a no-gift-knitting year, but there are babies on the way, and it's got to be done. The knitting that is. So, I began a super-secret project for a baby who will remain unnamed, and here is what we've got so far:

You'll have to forgive the heinousness of the photo, my usual (awesome) camera is on
vacation. Literally. It'll be back soon, tho.

First there was the Orangina with the evil Rowan fingering weight cotton on size 3's and I hate hate hate the effing unending ribbing at the bottom. So, I relegate that to car/waiting room/in-line at the commissary knitting. To relieve my pain, I decide, like an idiot, to pick up a Dale project, and who wants to wait while the nice soft wool comes from the states? That's not instant gratification. I schlep on down to the Japanese craft store and set my sights on LACE WEIGHT MERCERIZED COTTON. Say it loud and proud: "DOH."

Let's add to the fun: my only non-dpn size 2's are straight. That's right. There's 169 stitches worth of slippery shiny wiry cotton on a straight needle. Send a wrist surgeon. The only thing this has going for it is that it's in the smallest size.

In other news, I've finished the front of the Juicy Tank, and plan to cast on for the back today. I figure it'll be a nice break from the evil cotton. I'm beginning to think the "evil" in "evil cotton" is both implied and insufficient to convey the true insidious nature of the fiber.

My new war cry: "Vive La Laine!"