Frank Notes

One of the projects I’m working on is a French Market Bag. While working on the insane amount of stockinette stitch, I practiced continental knitting. But then it slowed me down so much, I said screw it, and continued the faster (for me) American/English method.

But, as you may have figured out from the title, I learned how to knit backwards! When I was working on the handles and got tired of turning, it just kinda hit me.  Sure glad I didn’t sign up for the class at Stitches West on knitting backwards!  (But I did sign up for this and this!)

ICN: I baked 2-10″, 1-8″, 2-6″, and 2-4″ cakes last night.  Tonight it’s making fondant and simple syrup.  (Yep, I live a glamorous life!)

That concludes the world’s most boring blog entry.

I walk into the house and My Partner is taking a baking sheet from the oven. Huh, My Partner is cooking?! Not the usual salad, but really cooking! For some reason, he’s baked pumpkins. (I didn’t ask, thought perhaps it was a French thing.) Then he tells me that we’re not going to have enough and he is beginning to get a bit panicky.

In my usual helpful manner, I chime in with, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll go borrow some cooked pumpkin (because everyone has some spare cooked pumpkin?!) from our neighbor, Crazy Aunt Pearl.”

It was at this point last night that I woke up and said, “The perfect title for that would be “Dream Blog.” (It was also the point at which I said, “Of course it was a dream, My Partner was cooking!)

Hello, my name is Frank and I think I might be slightly obsessive.

When last I left you, I was hunched, suffering from searing pains in my imaginary uterus brought on by the adorable babies (and maybe their fathers). To demonstrate my psychotic contradictory nature, I give you this:

I was at the laundromat (Please don’t ask me why I’m at the laundromat instead of doing laundry in my pretty, pretty home; it’s a horrid, gut-wrenching tale.) waiting for my clothes to spin out when a couple entered with their two children. I live in the ‘hood, so my laundromat leaves much to be desired. Said parents proceeded to sort and load a mountain of laundry, whilst their two little ones were left to their own devices. The older one, around 4 or 5, had a rubber ball (you know, one of those Super Balls), which he was throwing against the windows of the laundromat as hard as he could. Ma and Pa apparently didn’t notice the other laundromat clients dodging their son’s projectile, so intent were they on the aforementioned sorting and loading. The littlest one, probably just under 2 years old, was securely fastened to his stroller. Unfortunately, the parents forgot the ball gag (eek, I looked up a ball gag on Google to link to, but they’re scary looking! Look it up yourself!) for the little tike. He SCREAMED, “Momma” for the entire 40 minutes whilst I finished my laundry. At one point I was debating on how much I really needed clean skivvies for the week. Surely going commando would have been better than listening to the little Harpie!

(So clearly I didn’t post any pics. That’s because I opted to enjoy our friends’ new jacuzzi rather than take photos! But I’m trying to make it up to you with all the entertaining links.)

IKN: I’ve turned the heel on one of the two-socks-on-two-circs; halfway done with the other.

I used to have a really good friend who would say, “Tell me a funny story.” And my life is such that I have TONS of funny stories, mostly because I’m a cosmic vortex of negative karma…

So as you all may know, I can tend to be horrifically a bit compulsive and unbelievably maybe slightly obsessive. Since I’ve gotten back into knitting, I’ve been scouring the internet for free knitting patterns. There is a dearth of attractive men’s patterns (Although honestly, what can a man really wear that’s knit? Sweater? Check. Socks? Check. Shirt? Um, no. Cute tank top? Um, no. Scarf? With moderation. Pants? ROFLMAO! This in itself limits what kinds of patterns, then there’s the whole issue of what those patterns look like.) which sends me looking at kids’ patterns. I mean, a child’s sweater has all the same components as an adult’s sweater, just smaller. Which actually is probably a good thing for my distractibility complusivity tight knitting schedule.

I’ve found TONS of ADORABLE little patterns for children’s articles. Sweaters, toys, onesies, dolls, blocks, snakes! It’s limitless.

The only downfall is that to model these cute little patterns, they use adorable freaking kids. I mean look. (Although Papa’s looking pretty fine there too!)

It makes my uterus ache, pass me an aspirin.

In knitting news: I got another skein of Grande Baby Alpaca to finish my Cambridge Jacket. Working on my socks. I’ll take pics of them tomorrow as I realized I have nothing to link to today and it must be really freaking boring to just read and not click (Gimme a break, I’m new at this blogging thing!)

In cake news: I have two pending orders. One for next weekend is a frog cake for a student. Well, she ordered it for her mom. Her momma likes frogs I guess. Not sure how I’m gonna pull that one together! I also got an order today for the end of February. That one sounds fun. It’ll have sugarpaste orchids and a crystal 60.