November 15, 2004
The Debate Rages On...
What do you suppose this says about my Dear Readers? Unless I'm mistaken, the three times I’ve gotten the most comments on the blog have been:
(1) When I mentioned my neighbors’ 7 a.m. robo-sex (understandable; it's a discussion about sex, after all)
(2) The entries about the Mossy Cottage Fiber Commune (understandable; everyone can dream); and
(3) Walnut vs. walnut wood (whuh?!).
And just so you know we take your comments seriously, there was some intense discussion this weekend Chez La Mysterious K about photographing her wearing her best flannel shirt and her ultra-feminine and outrageously and brightly sequined jacket from her choir days, holding her router, cutting her walnut (wood). Images of Texas-Chainsaw-Massacre-In-Drag come to mind. Who knows; the photo may happen yet…
Still on the subject of walnut (wood), here is the a picture of the poker box in bondage (actually, being held together with a web clamp, sort of like a yarn bra only for wood).
In fairness, it needs to be said that the project is partly based on a kit; the wood came with the bottom edge already routed into that pretty shape. But TMK says she doesn’t care since just cutting the perfectly mitered corners was enough of a bi-yotch. And it wasn’t particularly pleasant for me, either, since her miter saw and her miter box together made sounds like a feral cat being slowly dragged over a very spiny cactus.
Knitting Knews
Smack on the forehead to me—I forgot to mention that this past weekend was the monthly meeting at Fiber Gallery of "Gay, Bi, and Dabbling Knitters and People Who Don’t Want to Test Their Innocence By Drowning Them." As a result, there were only about five of us there—plus a poor innocent who just plopped herself down at the table, not knowing who or what she was sitting next to, and seemed to grow progressively more uncomfortable as the minutes passed and our dialog progressed. I think she was, in fact, Someone Who Would Have Tested Our Innocence By Drowning Us except that there were too many of us and we woulda’ taken her down. Well, the others woulda' taken her down; I would have cheered them on from the sidelines by squealing approvingly, waving my pompoms in the air, and kicking my heels up. Unless I'm reading him wrong, I think Dear Reader Devin would have joined me.
Mary, the owner of the store, is currently knitting miniature sweaters from this book to decorate her store Christmas tree, and I couldn’t resist photographing the little darlings. For size comparison, the coin in the middle is a quarter.
Loved them all, fondled them for many minutes at a time, but, with apologies to Mary, I do have to say the green and white one looks a little as if a microscopic person barfed microscopic amounts of spinach on a microscopic short-sleeved cotton sweater. My way favorite, the blue and yellow. Mary’s favorite, I think, the purple one with the W, in honor of the University of Washington Huskies, since she designed it herself.
Contest
Finally, the contest!!
The rules:
1. The winner is the first one who comes up with the correct answer to the question AND SENDS IT TO THE RIGHT PLACE (see #2 below).
2. Don't post responses to the comments. Send them instead to my yahoo address: rymorriss AT yahoo DOT com.
3. Everyone can participate except The Mysterious K, since she already knows the answer (although, oddly enough, she wants to win the main prize as much as anyone else. Go figure.)
4. The winner will win this, a big honkin’ skein of buttery soft Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Worsted (not sock, worsted!) in the Rainbow colorway. I love this yarn; wanna keep it for myself, in fact. If a non-knitter wins, I’ll send you some of this or some of this, kay?
Okay, the question:
What do my name and knitting have in common?
Three, two, one—go!