argh
dear fic,
please stop growing, you know how I feel about jokes that end up being five thousand words long.
no love,
meg
*glowers at file*
Went to knit night, started the Spock Cat! I know I've mentioned it before, but basically I'm taking the Greta The Captivating Cat pattern by DangerKnits, knitting it in a sort of light green citronish color, and then making it a science shirt. There may have been serious discussions about how to make Kirk.
...I may have forgotten how much I loathe stockingnette tubes, but I'm forging bravely on. Fortunately it's a very fast knit - I finished one leg completely and about three quarters of the second one before I had to stagger off into the sunset d/t it being like, seven thirty and having been up since ass am for work. I'm going to get the second leg done tonight so I can set up the body for taking on the bus tomorrow and then I'll be like, half done except for the shirt, which I am kind of puzzling over. I THINK if I just make an ordinary raglan sort of thing out of some of the blue Palette yarn I have kicking around it should look okay.
Eventually I want to do a white or black one as a sort of gawth accessory but we'll see how that goes.
After I left, I stopped by the place on the Alder St Food Cart Pod that sells somtam gai -- which turns out to be super tasty! I got the combo with the chicken and pork, and since I think she was almost closing up anyway, she gave me extra chicken. Even without that, it was a hell of a lot of food for seven bucks - chicken, pork, sticky rice and a huge serving of green papaya salad, most of which is still in the fridge now waiting for lunch tomorrow. \o/
waketosleep didn't love me as well as she should after listening to me gloat about that one.
Also, I am ridiculously in loev with the french press. I got it at Ikea so only spent 13 dollars for it -- Starbucks averages about 20 and I hardly dared go into a real cooking store and find out what they charged. Amy likes it too, or at least I came home yesterday to discover she'd been and poured the rest of the pot into her cream bottle. I'm sorry, ancient coffee maker! You are like fifteen years old and it is time for you to go to your Long Home.
please stop growing, you know how I feel about jokes that end up being five thousand words long.
no love,
meg
*glowers at file*
Went to knit night, started the Spock Cat! I know I've mentioned it before, but basically I'm taking the Greta The Captivating Cat pattern by DangerKnits, knitting it in a sort of light green citronish color, and then making it a science shirt. There may have been serious discussions about how to make Kirk.
...I may have forgotten how much I loathe stockingnette tubes, but I'm forging bravely on. Fortunately it's a very fast knit - I finished one leg completely and about three quarters of the second one before I had to stagger off into the sunset d/t it being like, seven thirty and having been up since ass am for work. I'm going to get the second leg done tonight so I can set up the body for taking on the bus tomorrow and then I'll be like, half done except for the shirt, which I am kind of puzzling over. I THINK if I just make an ordinary raglan sort of thing out of some of the blue Palette yarn I have kicking around it should look okay.
Eventually I want to do a white or black one as a sort of gawth accessory but we'll see how that goes.
After I left, I stopped by the place on the Alder St Food Cart Pod that sells somtam gai -- which turns out to be super tasty! I got the combo with the chicken and pork, and since I think she was almost closing up anyway, she gave me extra chicken. Even without that, it was a hell of a lot of food for seven bucks - chicken, pork, sticky rice and a huge serving of green papaya salad, most of which is still in the fridge now waiting for lunch tomorrow. \o/
waketosleep didn't love me as well as she should after listening to me gloat about that one.
Also, I am ridiculously in loev with the french press. I got it at Ikea so only spent 13 dollars for it -- Starbucks averages about 20 and I hardly dared go into a real cooking store and find out what they charged. Amy likes it too, or at least I came home yesterday to discover she'd been and poured the rest of the pot into her cream bottle. I'm sorry, ancient coffee maker! You are like fifteen years old and it is time for you to go to your Long Home.