I’ve been holding out on you. My new love arrived Thursday afternoon. Can you guess what it is from this photo?
Yup, new computer! My desktop computer died at the end of October last year and I’ve been relying solely on my laptop (her name is Daisy) since then. While I love Daisy, I find using a laptop all the time arduous and not ergonomically sound.
So here is the new girl.
What do you suppose I named her? If you would care to hazard a guess, send it to my blog contest email address. I’ll give you a hint:
It begins with a “D.”
First person to guess right wins a fabulous yarn prize!
Edited to add: Please note that I asked for entries to be sent to the email address above, not left in the comments — thanks!
Speaking of Contests . . .
I selected two winners in my “How Hideous Were You in the ’80s?” Contest. This was really, really difficult, because there were so many excellent entries!
But the grand prize goes to Mouse, who won with this entry:
Ah, the 80s. My childhood. I’m not going to delight you with stories of mismatched socks and spiral laces, but I will share this little jem;
When I was about 10 (circa 1987) my mother’s work won a cruise to Mexico. My mother, not realizing it, brought the only kid. Everyone else brought spouses/signifigant others/call girls/rent boys. It was a party boat. My mother, in all her infinite wisdom, decides that she needs to be able to ‘see me better’, so she requires me to wear certian things at all times on the boat. The outfit?
NEON pink windbreaker with orange cuffs. NEON pink (but a different shade) SAILOR HAT. Vertically striped rainbow sweatpants. And I liked sandles. With socks. Polka-dotted socks. (I was ten, cut me some slack).
Couple this with my little round body, and the HORRIBLE perm I had (tight little spirals in naturally red hair) I looked like a clown. In fact a few patrons on the boat thought I was a clown. I made five bucks making a ballon animal (a snake) for some yuppy’s kids.
And I thought I was *so* cool.
Thank god I got to the 90’s, where I started to wear all black, all the time. Including black lipstick and sunglasses. Indoors. Yeah, I am *so* cool…
I mean . . . how could she not win with that entry?
There’s an honorable mention too, which goes to Kerry, who was one of very few brave enough to post a link to a photo of herself in the ’80s.
Wow, the 80s spans a lot of bad fashion, as someone else already mentioned. I decided to do the early 80s (84ish?) since I actually have a photo (gasp)! And besides, I kind of liked the goth look I was sporting in the late 80s. So without further ado, the “new wave” me:
I was going for a Culture Club look here. The photo’s not that great, but I’m wearing a white puffy shirt with rolled up sleeves that button and a white panel across the chest, cropped black crinkly rayon pants with white polka dots, ankle socks with Xs and Os, and black Chinese Laundry shoes. Oh, and the fedora. The FEDORA. My naturally curly hair was PERMED and BRUSHED into frizzlivion. Curled hairsprayed bangs. Long dangly earrings. I thought I was NEW WAVE! Worn with this ensemble, but not pictured, was the black parachute-material “Members Only” knockoff jacket. Because my mom wouldn’t buy me the real Members Only jacket so I had to shop at Zayre’s….
Sorry Kerry, but I have to say, I think you look awfully cute in that photo! So you win honorable mention!
If you lovely ladies will email me your snail mail addresses, some lovely non-1980s sock yarn will soon be winging its way to you.
Thanks to everyone who entered! It was fun (and only a little painful) to experience the ’80s flashback!
In the interests of fair play, here is a link to a truly hideous photo of myself.
That photo was actually from four years ago — Ian and I were attending a “Tacky Party” and that was my outfit for the event. Does it surprise any of you that I won the prize for the tackiest outfit?
Having a Wonderful Time
Yep, I’m here on Sleeve Island!
The first sleeve is done! I just cast on for the second.
And Friday night I knitted the neckband, see?
The extreme close-up of the center:
The pattern directed you to pick up the neckband stitches using the contrast color, but I elected to use the main color instead, and then work two rows with the contrast. I thnk the picked up stitches would have shown if I’d done them in the contrast.
Lucy doesn’t have an opinion.