What Sweater?

I tried. I really did. I sat down in my chair on the front porch with the sleeve Friday morning and was knitting along just happy as could be until I noticed that I had dropped a stitch YET AGAIN about 4 or 5 rows back. In my fury, I ripped back and am now no longer sure about what row I am on….YET AGAIN. I think that the sweater just thinks that it wants to be finished, but is subliminally sabotaging both me and it. Seriously. Just think about it for a minute. It’ll totally make sense.

Also, a good part of Friday was spent driving around town looking for 1/2" copper elbows to make bat wings. April was a bat for Halloween and her wings are AMAZING. (I, of course, did not take any pictures all weekend of anything.) At one point on Friday, everything "made the baby jeebus cry." Everything. I think we had reached the maximum hours of shopping at that point. But I did get a new pair of kick ass jeans. Gotta love that.

Late Saturday afternoon Scott and I headed down to Camp Hill for the Halloween Party at Keen’s. We had a great time and saw some neat costumes. Also, Scott is the man for stopping at no less than two different places so I could find some size 5 dpns. I wanted circs, but couldn’t find any. Boo. The Nowhere Squares, Rudy Banes Shutdown and Liquid Brick played at Camp Hill. They were all awesome. There was some great dancing done by Pooh Bear and some guy wearing a HUGE carved pumpkin head. Again, I was lacking the camera. I am deeply saddened by this as it was the kind of dancing that can only be witnessed, not described. There was a huge bonfire and much drunkness and silliness. Good times.

And on Sunday, we recuperated.

And in other news: Someone has a birthday tomorrow. Someone else is horrible about waiting to give gifts. Someone went to visit someone else last night and got part one of his birthday present. Scott really liked this book. He’d never seen it before. Maybe because it’s out of print and I am cool like that. It’s all about German graphic design. It’s mostly images with very little text. A picture book, if you will. But a seriously cool one. Anyway, he asked for a book on German graphic design or of works by another artist, though the name escapes me at the moment. I went with German graphic design. Obviously.

Part two of his present he is also well aware of because he is a picky bastard and so I couldn’t very well knit him his own personal hat with his own personal design without him giving me COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF INPUT as to what he wants design-wise, color-wise, fit-wise, etc. And this man has seriously expensive taste. Good taste, but expensive. Karabella Breeze expensive taste. Because the white baby alpaca yarn would have been to strong of a contrast with the black. The camel color of the Karabella Breeze would be a nice contrast, but not too strong. And there is still no guarantee that he will wear it. Because he is a PICKY bastard.

Well you know what? I don’t care, because this thing is soft and decadent and MINE if he won’t wear it. We’re talking baby alpaca and a silk/cashmere blend hat that will be warm, soft and decadent. I mean DECADENT. Also, did I mention that it is just down right DECADENT? Because it is. And also? Soft. (You thought I was going to say decadent again, didn’t you?)

Anyway, someone else better get her ass in gear and finish someone’s hat. Tonight. Because it’s someone’s birthday tomorrow.

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