Ok, crazy lady...

I recently made a purchase on amazon that included a pet fountain and eight pairs of underwear. Whoever was packing stuff to ship that day probably paused for a moment to consider my strange and sad life. Thankfully Banjo actually likes the fountain, which means that I don't need to add this to the list of things that I wasted money on for the cat. After repeated UTI's I would rather spend money on something that places me firmly in the category of "crazy cat lady" than risk having to clean pee off of my stuff again. It really makes you appreciate how perfectly evolved housecats are, when you find yourself lysol wiping every inch of your apartment and still stopping to get your camera when they take a nap in a particularly cute position. I swear it's a defense mechanism. Once, when I was a kid, my little brother wrote on the wallpaper with some crayons. However, my mom could not yell at him because he had written "I love Mommy". This just goes to show that my cat is as intelligent as a 4 year old boy. He has been using this strategy for years now. Perhaps this speaks very poorly of 4 year old boys. My cat also tries to eat packing tape...

Dear Massachusetts: Please stop sucking.

I love you. You know I do. I grew up here, and even when people bash you as being puritanical and stuffy, I stick up for you. When people complain about how bad the weather is, I remind them that it's really not that much better in other places. But seriously, this argument is getting harder and harder to make, when you insist on raining for the entire month of June. And not just rain, but gales and gusts, and downpours, and mists that make my umbrella useless (and turn it into a dangerous weapon, when the wind is blowing hard enough), and humid air that's still cold even though it makes me sweaty. I am tired of being damp. My boyfriend wishes you would fall into the ocean so that we would have an excuse to move to a sunnier climate. I vaguely remember something kind of yellow and bright that used to be up in the sky, but the memory is so foggy now (the humidity has seeped into my brain, it seems) that I can't even remind him of what that was like. I have lost all concept of time, since everything is an equal shade of gray, whether it is morning, afternoon, or evening. I find myself curling ever closer to desk lamps, like some kind of human beanstalk. 

Please. For the love of all that is holy. Stop raining. All of the vitamin D supplements in the world will not stop me from getting rickets at this rate. Is that really what you want? I'm short enough as it is and you know it.

I'm willing to forgive you this once if you admit that you were wrong. You have my number.

xo,

suzy

The "can I help you?" approach.

Alex went into both Windsor Button and Winmil Fabrics this weekend to get supplies for an art piece. I should specify: he went in to both of those places By Himself. He said he got some of the weirdest looks he's ever received from people. I told him, now you know how I feel when I go to metal shows. When I go to metal shows and don't take the trouble to change into all black clothing first. p.s. I learned that knitting with size 1 needles on the bus might be more frustration than it's worth. I also learned that there are a surprising number of potholes along my commute.

Rock Opera Gloves

I had made a pair of these for fun a while back, but just got around to making them again in order to write up the pattern. Last time I fudged the hand in order to get my knuckles to fit, but this time I put in a proper gusset, but stretched it upwards all the way to the middle knuckles. Really, you only need to make one of these, I think, because at an actual rock show, you'd probably need your other hand for holding your PBR. Even better for using up leftover yarn anyway. Pattern will be up soon!

Vendetta gloves....finished!

I finished both the "His" and "Hers" versions this weekend, and I'm formatting the pattern as we speak! Hopefully it'll be up on Ravelry by the end of the week. In the meantime, here are some pictures!

p.s. Like the paring knife? It cracks me up. Totally NOT threatening. But hey, these are based on Sweeney Todd so I had to have some kind of picture with some kind of sharpened weapon, right?! Believe it or not, this is the shiniest knife we have. Being vegetarians, we don't really need cleavers and such. Anyway, I'll update again when the pattern is ready to download!