And I didn’t drink it.
If I wanted to be all artsy-like, I’d call this colorway “Fall Foliage” or “Autmn Splendour” or something like that.
But I’m calling it “I Used Up the Rest of the Kool-Aid.”
It’s a combination of Orange, Grape, Cherry, Black Cherry, and Pink Lemonade Kool-Aid, mixed together in a variety of ways. I rather like it. I wonder what it would look like knitted?
Thus endeth my career in handpainting yarn.
Today was, I think, hotter than yesterday, but (wonder of wonders) they left the a/c on at the office overnight. When I got in this morning my office was a cool 79 degrees, and wavered between 79 – 82 all day. Aaaaaaah! I have a digital clock in my office that displays the temperature along with the time. It amuses the hell out of me that I am so obsessed with the temperature in my office. (Could it be because I’m writing something difficult and staring at the thermometer is a good distraction?) I watch it go up when the a/c kicks off, and I can now predict the exact point at which the a/c will kick on again. Yep. Easily amused.
Despite the heat, there has been sockage. I finished the Pond Scum socks!
As a new sock knitter and recent train traveler, I have to ask – do you ever drop and lose a DPN during your commute? I tend to be fairly clumsy, so if a needle can be dropped, it will be, and I can’t think of anything more frustrating than knitting happily along and then having to stop knitting until the next time one can find a replacement for the lost needle. Do you carry extras for such an occasion, or are you just savvy enough to not have that problem anymore?
Surprisingly, I’ve never dropped a dpn during the commute. I attribute this to the use of wooden dpns, which are far less likely to slide out of your work then metal ones. I sometimes carry spare dpns, but that is in case of needle snappage, not needle droppage. I’ve snapped a sock needle just once, and that was at home. But you never know . . .
Mary also asked:
Oh, and a Lucy question – is she of the belly-rubbing breed or is she of the freak-out-if-you-touch-my-belly species? She sure looks like she wants a belly rub in that last picture! 🙂
Lucy is indeed a fan of the belly rub. She loves being petted and scritched and cuddled. I think the only part of her little kitty anatomy that could be considered off-limits is her paws. She doesn’t like having her paws touched.
Joan asked me how I get so much knitting done while working a full-time job. It’s simple — I don’t cook and I don’t clean. 😉
The Head In the Freezer Club
Stephanie suggested we start a club. Excellent idea! It is a good way to cool off quickly.
So . . . if we’re gonna have our heads stuck in the freezer, i think said freezers should be stocked with ice cream (per Becky’s recommendation) and frozen daiquiris. Right now my freezer contains sugar-free popsicles, frozen veggies, ice, and frozen “Amy’s Kitchen” entrees. Yawn.