Wicked Evening

Around four we grabbed the Blue Line up to Hollywood. We had tickets to see Wicked at the Pantages at eight and thought it would be fun to spend some time hanging around up there before the show. Decided to take the train because parking always stinks and traffic on the way up was going to be horrible. Plus it’s way cheaper (10 bucks total).

festival overview     festival dinner

We’d heard there was an Italian-American festival going on (on Highland between Sunset and Hollywood) and decided to stop by. There wasn’t too much there: some carnival rides, food booths, stands selling Italia t-shirts, and a stage that featured bad comics and singers. Jimmy Kimmel is apparently the reason why the festival is now held here, something about him really enjoying it back east. We grabbed a bottle of wine and lots of kinds of food and just enjoyed the carnival atmosphere.

Around seven we walked to the Red Line station and grabbed a train to Hollywood/Vine, where the theater is. We were seated fifteen minutes before the show began, perfect timing. I hate to say it, but I didn’t enjoy the musical that much. Maybe it was the fact that I’d read the book and they greatly diverted from it, maybe it was that the microphones weren’t set at a proper level (high octaves sounded strange for all singers). It was certainly an enjoyable experience but I was expecting so much more. Better music, more adherence to the book, less annoying Galina/Glinda. Glad I saw it once but I don’t see any reason to see it again.

Oh, these are actually samples of chewing gum that were being handed out in front of the Chinese Theater. Each has a single stick of gum inside along with a creepy “experiment.” One is taking five cell phones, putting them in your pocket, then having friends call the phones and “enjoy the tingle.” The containers are really neat and will get used for some sort of project. They remind me of test tubes or blood vials (and a certain body part).

 

Test Tube Gum

 

WIP Update: Socks, Clapotis Deux, Evening Bag

First, meet the chair and the hallway which will now serve as my knitting photo-taking spot. The walls are nice and white, there’s no clutter, and the chair gives me something to place things on. This’ll get replaced if/when I ever build myself a light box.

 

the chair

 

Jaywalker Socks: I am incapable of doing the Double Decrase described in the pattern. I’ve now given up on that and instead am doing a K2tog followed by a (an?) SSK. Doesn’t give that neat ridge of the pattern sorta disappears in the dark non-varigated yarn. I’ve been tempted to do another pattern but I’m going to stick with it. Being decisive is always good.

 

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Clapotis Deux: While I’m not technically working on this right now I realized I haven’t taken a photo of it since September 10th. I’ll pick this up again in a few weeks.

 

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Evening Bag: The shiny yarn’s itchiness is still driving me nuts but I’m making progress. I do a row every other day or so which is better than totally ignored it, right?

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F is for Foodie

I have become a foodie. Matt’s entirely to blame. Before I met him my favorite foods were craft macaroni and cheese, burgers, and pizza. Okay, those are still my favorite. How about this: I was terrified to try new food and had little knowledge of ingredients or cooking methods. Now I’ll try anything once and have learned a lot about how food is made. I’ve learned why it’s worth paying more for Parmesean cheese in block form rather than buying the Kraft stuff in a can, how to braise a pork loin, and when you should use fresh tomatoes versus fresh ones. It’s taken several years, many hours of TV chef watching, and listening to Matt’s diatribes but it’s happened.

I’ve become picky about the quality of the food I eat. This isn’t to say I won’t eat fast food. I still LOVE fast food far more than is healthy. But I don’t go there expecting a good meal, just a greasy one. When we go out to eat, instead of being hard to please in terms of ingredients (particuarly vegetables), I’m picky about how my beef is cooked or the fact that my pasta’s a little overdone.

Matt asked me to help him create a food blog and I got it all set up over the weekend. He’ll do all of the cooking and most of the writing for it while I’ll continue taking bad photos of his food. I’ve been promised I can write when we go out to eat which I’m really excited about. Anyway, go check out the blog and leave some comments. (Link.)

Toe-up Progress

I didn’t actually get much knitting done today though I did figure out what I did wrong. I picked up stitched a half round too late (or was it early?). I very slowly frogged the three rows I had done incorrectly and got one single round re-knit. But I did get all of my Thermo and the rest of my Materials homework done.  So that’s something. The photo below was taken while I was partially through picking up the provisional cast on edge.

 

picking up provisional edge

 

Death of the Rotation

My rotation has already died. There are two big factors: shiny yarn (literally) and socks. Both are the direct result of my attending the sleepover at Yarn Lady on Saturday night. I was a very last minute addition, literally showing up there with my payment in hand. Jan was nice enough to let me join. We ate junk food, drank soda, did a little knitting, and met new people.

 more yarn     ladies     steph w

I either bought or won all of the things in the photo below: beaded stitch markers (won after I bought the plastic ones), plastic stitch markers, size 7 40″ addi natura, and a skein of Regia sock yarn. The needle is to replace the one I’m currently using for Erin’s Clapotis. Much nicer than the slippery metal one. Stitch markers are one of those things I always need, especially with two Clapotis going at once. Who actually has the thirty-six stitch markers that would be required?

 

take-aways

 

Jan very patiently taught me how to pick up stitches along the shaped edge of the bag. You use two strands of the very shiny, very non-friendly to my skin Rowan Luxe Shimmer. It’s great yarn but having to use two balls at once makes it a rather importable project. It will remain my do-at-home project, however. A hole that had to be filled…by purple socks.

 

adding shiny yarn

 

Yesterday morning, after much research on toe-up socks, the Jaywalker pattern, and how to create short rows toes I took the plunge. I’m now in the process of my first toe-up Jaywalker sock. I’ve gotten to the first knitted rows after you create the toe. I think I screwed up somehow as the “bumps” are on the outside versus the inside of the sock. I assume it’s supposed to be stockinette or zig-zag, no garter stitch. Oye. I’m gonna need some help before I continue.

Oh, I met two girls who go to my school (and live near Yarn Lady). We have big plans to get together and knit between classes and homework. They’re both really sweet and energetic and I’m hoping will help me with the mini sock crisis.

So the rotation is reworked. Stay at home project: evening bag. Portable project: purple Jaywalkers. I think my future may always include socks as a portable project and something more involved for at home. The Clapotis for Erin will soon become a work-while-at-home-only project. Quite sad. I’ll miss getting to work on it at school.

Speaking of school, I should really get off WordPress and work on homework. Materials due tomorrow and French and Thermo due Wednesday. Yeah, I didn’t do an ounce of homework this weekend and I’m starting to panic.

Craft Rotation

I first heard about setting up a crafty rotation in the cross stitch over on LJ. People would rotate between two or three projects. They’d work one for a week or until some big milestone was complete, then go to another. At least one project would be an Un-Finished Object (UFO) in most cases. The rotation forced you to complete things you “needed” to finish and didn’t leave much room for starting new projects.

I decided it was about time I set up a crafty rotation. I wrote down every single craft project I have going on, including a few that I’ve been wanting to start but haven’t. I won’t bore you with the whole list but it’s fifteen projects long (sound familiar, Anastasia?). I numbered them in the order I thought of them, wrote the numbers on paper scraps, and literally chose randomly from the pile numbers.

The first five projects are as follows: Evening Bag (knitting – for me), blue and green fractal (cross stitch – for ?), Clapotis (knitting – Erin’s), motifs sampler (cross stitch – Sterling), and Sheldon (knitting – for my dad). I’ll work on each for a week or until I reach a big wall (like not having enough of the right floss colors or needing help with a technique). I’ll work through the entire list of fifteen items, starting back at the beginning after that.

The Evening Bag (From Knit2Together) was started in June. I fell out of love with it quickly. Stupid ribbon yarn. Yesterday I realized I’d followed the directions incorrectly so I frogged all progress and restarted. This time I used my aluminum US 10.5 needles instead of the bamboo ones I’d been using. What a difference! Today I’m very proud to announced I haven’t worked on a single other project, haven’t started anything new, and I got both “sides” of the bag knit. Sorry, no photos ’cause, well, it’s hard to take photos at night of black yarn. Poor lighting plus really bright flash and my bad photo skills. Sadly, the project must be put aside until Wednesday when someone can show me how to pick up stitches (Marlyn?) to work on the rouching along the bottom of the bag. I’ll be moving on to the blue and green fractal until then.

We’ll see how long this whole one-project-at-a-time thing lasts. I give it a month.

E is for Ethusiasm, Empathy

Do you have any idea how hard it is to come up with something for the letter E? Every thing I thought of made no real sense: eggs, engineering, eating. I don’t really want to talk about eggs for an entire entry, seeing as they’re not even close to my favoirte food. Engineering, boring. Eating, eh. I’d rather take F for food.

Getting me enthused about a new project is easy. I won’t talk about that, yet again. Soon I’ll post an entry about how I’m planning to tackle all of my in-process craft projects. Non-crafty projects involve school, upcoming trips, and SWE (Society of Women Engineers). And that whole thing about Matt wanting to make his own sausage and cure his own ham.

Here’s the where I get odd: little makes me ethused outside of my projects. I try to make everything a project so I’ll get excited. There’s energy in the coordination of people and items, determination of steps to completion, planning when the steps will happen, and checking off my little to do boxes. Try to rile me up about something that’s not a project (or something that gets in the way of my project) and you’ll hit a brick wall. Care about politics? I have opinions but the energy just isn’t there for me. Maybe if I were Maegan, a sometimes-protestor, I would get into it. Then I’d have a project!

And now for something completely different..

I’m the least empathetic person ever. When someone says a family member is sick, I say sorry and offer to do anything but it always sounds insincere. No one comes to me when things go wrong. I just cannot get myself to feel how they’re feeling. I tend to think about how they could improve their situation. Here’s an example: girl at school compalined to me about how her dad keeps telling here what major to choose. I told her that she needs to choose for herself, that he cannot control that part of her life. Even if he’s paying for school and she may lose that if she chooses her own major, it’s worth it. She went off in a huff. (Maybe I should have explained that she drives me nuts with her high-school-was-the-best-time-of-my-life attitude and loud voice.) What she actually wanted to hear was that I feel for her, that my parents were sometimes a little too controlling, that she should probably mention it’s her choice but not to push it.

See, I’m screwy. The more of these entries I write, the more bizare I feel. By the end of this, no one other than my parents will be reading (ok, maybe Amy too ’cause she already knows my weirdness).

Fleas

Ugh. Stupid cats got fleas the last time they were at the vet (or something – they’re totally indoor kitties). Willie’s had a flea treatment, still waiting to catch Ollie. I itch every time I walk into our apartment.

 

bites

 

D is for Dancing

I wish I knew how to dance. Not just how to dance when I go to a club (as if that ever happened) but also how to dance a waltz, do ballet, maybe some tap. I can barely fake it when I dance around the apartment, when my only audience is my cats.

When I was little, I remember a discussion with my mom that I should take a ballet class. For whatever reason, I was never signed up. Maybe my mom was trying to save my the embarassment of trying to get my very uncooridnated body to attempt the grace that is ballet. I have issues walking down a hallway without running into doorframes, tripping on my own feet, etc. I even had issues with marching band because it required me to remain upright while walking in all sorts of twisted ways (e.g. Walking to the right but the upper part of your body facing “forward” still.) across a not-very-even surface. It took me a good two seasons to be able to walk backwards in such a way I could actually play my clarinet at the same time.

I do have some rythm so at least that’s something. I can find the beat I’m supposed to dance to in most songs. I just don’t know what to do with the beat. So I wind up bopping along, doing the White Girl Dance. It’s like the White Boy Dance but the beat you twist your upper body to is actually the same as the beat of the song.

Maybe someday I’ll learn. Christina tried to teach me (and Matt) to ballroom dance and Sarah attempted to teach me how to dance to Sweet Home Alabama. My school does offer dance classes and they do fulfill the fine arts requirement. Hrmm…

C is for Crying, Cats

Crying

I cry at just about anything that either does or doesn’t make sense. I guess I just like to cry and sometimes the mood strikes me. Sometimes it’s because I’m aggravated at not being able to do something well, feeling really ugly (as happened after watching Tim Gunn’s Guide to Style today), miss my family, or don’t know what to do. But I’m lucky, I tend to cry for awhile then get it out of my system. All it takes is reassurance from Matt that I really am capable/beautiful/smart and a hug. Within twenty minutes I can go from a sniffling mess to perfect fine.

Cats

I love our two cats (and my parents’ cat DJ and Matt’s parents’ cats Kilby and Noyce). Our one cat, Willie, loves attention. He wants nothing more than to be petted continuously for hours. The other one, Ollie, will run if you look like you’re going to try to touch him. Here’s my favorite photos of the two of them.

Windows may 6 Day 2 - Willie Up Close sleepy kitty 4