Tea pot update.

I went and picked up my teapot – aside from a mysterious metal string thingy, which we discovered after the first firing and didn’t remove completely because it started taking too much clay with it, and which now became a weird ferrous blob  (I sanded it down a bit), it’s so cute! And it pours, with nary a dribble! I took some pictures, but I think I need better lighting.

(They’re coming, don’t fret. I would not neglect an opportunity to pimp mah mad pottery skillz.)

Necessity is the aunt.

I have no yarn swift. I do have some online-auction yarn (plant dyed in the 80′s according to the tag) in hanks.  Trying to wind balls from a free hank is a bad bad thing.

Thus:

Sez the cat: Mmm sheep strings! 

Compliments

A friend from class came over to work on a project, and saw my tea cozy on the kitchen table.

“Wow, you’re at, like, a grandma level!”

Ah, high praise.

Two finished things!

I haven’t given it a test drive, but it’s very dorky and cute. I don’t know that I’d use it when I have company, because it might be up there with dressing your pets or giving your plants names. (Neither of which I actually do, mind you.)

I also finished the dratted capelet – and of course it’s too big. Not by a lot, just enough that it’s vaguely unflattering. I’m going to try putting in a ribbon to cinch it, but I’m not up to knitting the same thing for the third (second-and-a-halfth) time. In a different yarn, sure – but not the exact same thing.

Heh.

I’m nuts, right?

(No, that’s not the teapot I made.)

Calling Freud…

You know what’s weird? Jane Austen porn.

So why would I dream Jane Austen porn?

I haven’t checked to see if there’s any actual such thing available, but I’m sure there is. Ride and Prejudice. Sex and Sexability 3Persuasion… FOR DOUBLE PENETRATION.

Old lady. Right.

Would you believe I just looked around, wondering where the cat was, because usually when I sit still knitting for a while, she’ll lie in my lap, and… um, she was on my lap.

That’s like looking for your cell phone while talking on it, or wondering where your glasses are while you’re wearing them, huh…

A bargain at twice the price.

My mom wanted company to the flea market, and I figured what the hey. Poking around is fun, and I might even find some yarn!

I didn’t, but I did find this:

singer

I saw it, and had to ask what the guy wanted for it, in case he didn’t want the moon – I finally got it for about fifteen dollars! It even works; needs some oiling, but everything goes round and round and up and down. I’m a geek for all ages.

And now I’m going to take a bath and read Agatha Christie. I’m an old lady for all ages.

Hah!

The arm warmers fit like a, well, glove. He gave me the old ones back – I’m going to frog them and make myself a pair, maybe with some fancy-schmancy pattern or something.

In other news, I’ve been working on this capelet for the past four or five days. I substituted thinner needles and yarn, so it’s taking a while. Yesterday I discovered that at one point, I’d  slipped the increases over a couple of steps.

increases

And then I cursed.

I put in a retro- lifeline, like so:

bah

and ripped back ten or so rows – but I had issues making the yarnovers work. So I just frogged the whole thing and started over – and tried a 1×1 rib instead of the 2×2 I had originally.

Fingers crossed this time around.

Armwarmers – again.

So the arm warmers I made my brother for Christmas turned out too loose. I picked up some nice 100% wool yarn and made him a new pair – these should fit. And if not, I’m taking them back and making him a pair from kneesocks.

Arm warmers