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Knitting Still Rules




Wrenna

Originally uploaded by Rebekah

This is the second of the two sweaters I’ve made this year so far. I made this one exactly as written from the pattern in French Girl Knits. Again, I was worried about a yarn shortage, so I made the smallest size in the book, which was fine, because wool is super stretchy when it’s wet, and I blocked out the lace enough so that it would fit me really well. I’m still debating closures, though: clasps, or a ribbon? The book shows it with a suede lacing closure, and I’m not nearly Ren Faire enough for that. I like the idea of either two silver clasps, close to the neckline, or a ribbon laced through just the neckline ribbing. Thoughts?

Knitting Rules




Owls

Originally uploaded by Rebekah

I finished two sweaters this year, one is this sweater, named Owls. I modified the pattern by giving it short sleeves (I was worried about a yarn shortage; I shouldn’t have been, but I actually like it better this way), and doing an extra set of waist decreases (I have an weirdly small waist compared to the rest of me).

Updates.

1) Thirty has been AWESOME. I thought twenty-nine was pretty ruling (and it was – it was the year of Joshles and getting engaged, of Tex, of Kate getting engaged, and so many other rude things), but 30? Completely badass.

2) I’m enjoying living in NJ more and more all the time. I’m finally feeling like I know my way around, and I’m not terrified to drive here anymore (as much – I still won’t attempt Rt 46 at rush hour, and stayed in the passenger lane of Rt 17 the entire five minutes I was on it last week, but I’ve gotten much better). I also keep waiting to run into The Situation at the mall. I’m sure I never will, because the town where Jersey Shore takes place is about an hour and a half south of here, but still. (I keep forgetting that NJ is a much bigger state than what I’m used to (geographically and population-wise).) I’d really love to see The Situation at the mall, though. How funny would it be to try to get a picture with him, and then have him act all douchey?

3) I’m back on Lush, for like the millionth time. I highly recommend Dark Angel, which I’ve never tried until now, but everything else I’m using is an old favorite. Big is still the best clarifying shampoo ever, and nothing makes my hair shinier than washing with Big and conditioning with Coolaulin. I found the Lush closest to me this past week, and it’s one that is in a Macy’s store, which ruled, because I received a Macy’s giftcard for my birthday from my future in-laws, and Josh insisted I spend it on myself, and not on something off our registry. I stocked up on all my favorite products, including some bath bombs. I like taking baths here because our tub is brand new. It rules. Anyway, I got Sex Bomb, Happy Pill, and Magic Mushroom, and as I was checking out, the Lush girl, who was super stoned and completely ruling, said, “Check out those bath bombs! Woo! Sounds like a good night!” Hee!

4) Wedding planning is going along pretty smoothly. I have a fiance who insists on being involved in all aspects, which is both good and bad. Good, because it means this will be his wedding too, but bad because the decision making process takes so much longer when there are two people’s opinions to take into account. I’ve been trying to compromise on a lot of things, though (for example, having a DJ, sending STDs, our first dance song, our cake cutting song, having parent dances at all, where we are sitting, etc), and I feel like I’ve been successful. It’s hard for me to not just take charge and plan it already, but I do want Josh to be involved, and we have six months to settle out the little details, which is plenty of time.

5) I made myself a hoodie with ears yesterday. I realize that I am 30, and no one is emo anymore, but I don’t really care. I am wearing what I want!

Countdown to Thirty: Days Six and Seven

Yeah, about Day Six… I forgot. Oops! So I’ll talk about twenty-six and twenty-seven tonight. (I say this like you’re all waiting on the edges of your seats for my next post. I’m a bunghole!)

2006 was the year Rachel got married! It was also the year I moved into my very own apartment! I dated a bunch of doorknobs, two I met through work, and one I met through Rachel (indirectly), and a few other one date sort of doorknobs who were all really lame. It was both a year of extreme awesomeness and a year of extreme suckiness. I cried all day on my twenty-sixth birthday, even though the night before, I had been at Rachel’s apartment doing fun things like coloring her hair and drinking Afterbirth. I was sad to turn twenty-six, because it meant I was too old to be on the Real World. Not that I ever wanted to be on the Real World, but the fact that I was too old for stuff like that was sad to me. On average, 2006 was a good year. I got to be single and have fun with it, and I had lots of friends and things to do. I went out enough, and made plans with people, and my job was tolerable.

I had wanted to be twenty-seven from the time I was a little kid. When I was four, my mom turned twenty-seven, and I thought she was so cool. Then, ten years later, my uncle would turn twenty-seven, and I thought he was ubercool. So I had been looking forward to being that age for a long time, and I wasn’t disappointed. I had fun the entire year, despite dating an asshole who I didn’t yet realize was an asshole (I’d find that out in 2008). He was really fun at the time, and 2007 was a great year. Kate and I went on The Cruise for the first time, and that was amazing, of course. I started to get a little bogged down at work, but they were paying me really well to not do very much work, and the only way that can be any better is if you get to work from home (I didn’t.) or if everyone you work with rules (Not so much.).

2007 would end on a terrible note, though, and would really set the course for 2008, which I’ll talk about tomorrow.