Sunday, January 21, 2007

Of plumbers and eating yarn and Fugazi...

I think it's so funny you guys haven't seen the Bloglines plumber yet! Maybe he's like Santa? But no-trust me-he does exist! Maybe I've seen him more because I tend to surf early in the morning when I'm up, like before 7 a.m. early in the morning and maybe they tend to do more maintenance then? But yes, Virginia, there is a Bloglines plumber, keeping the Bloglines pipes clean for us so we get our happy blogfeeds every day...

So the Main St. pullover is done, done, done! I wove in the last of the ends this afternoon and it's all blocked and resting and ready to wear. Too late to get a good photo today though. I'm going to try for a good one next weekend, I promise as soon as I take it I'll have it up and ready.

So this left my main, non-traveling needles empty and I needed to cast-on. But what? So I tried something new last night, I gave my husband a bag of yarn and told him to close his eyes and pick one out at random. He was laughing and asked me why in the world would he need to close his eyes? It's true, it would be like asking me to reach in a bag and pull out a football player. Who cares? They're all the same aren't they? (I promise I'm not that ignorant about football... But not by choice.) Anyway, he pulled out the Misti Alpaca I had gotten a couple of weeks ago so I cast on and tried to do a gauge swatch of the Anemoi Mittens. When I realized the colors were so close I couldn't tell them apart when knitting them I realized it wasn't going to work. So I reached in the bag and pulled out what sounded like maybe it was speaking to me.



Rowan Chunky Print. Yum. This is a hat for me. My dream hat. In my dream yarn. I love this thick, slubby, wooly yarn. This hat will be warm as heck when it's done. I love this yarn so much I want to eat it! It makes me salivate, it really does. Elevating yarn to the level of food? Ok maybe for me, that's not a big step, but this stuff is the real deal. If I could make a sweater out of it I'd love too. But on my ample frame with the yarn's ample gauge it would probably be chunky and unflattering not to mention pretty darn expensive. Sigh... I guess my head will have to have all the fun for now.

And then there's the Fugazi socks.



They're called the Fugazi socks because my favorite song by the band Fugazi? Waiting Room. So there you have it Fugazi socks. And they're going to be my Fugazi socks because just by looking at them we can tell they're not going to fit mom. Way too big. That's ok, her birthday is in April, and I've got some lovely Louet Gems set aside that will be just perfect....

7 comments:

Sachi said...

OK. Talk to me about this Fugazi yarn. Regia? I must know. I must have some.

lobstah said...

Hee hee, I like the story behind the naming of the Fugazi socks!

Rachel said...

hahaha Fugazi yarn...

For the record, I have seen the Bloglines plumber....its a rare and very special sighting. ;)

sunneshine said...

so he is real...

Love the socks - it sounds like you are making peace with them - they are turning out beautifully!

I have a dream hat, it makes me smile everytime I get to wear it! I hope yours does the same....

Dorothy said...

Bloglines plumber, eh? Sounds like a fascinating guy.

Your Fugazi socks are nice if a tad large.

I think chunky yarns only flatter scrawny people.

KnitXcorE said...

Ian Mackaye would be proud :-)

Tracy said...

1. I love the bloglines plumber, even though I hate everything he stands for. I did find it funny that you were able to capture his picture though, ahh the world wide web.
2. I can't wait to see the sweater in all its glory. Ooooh Im so excited, which is weird since it's your sweater not mine.
3.The visual of Vinny holding open a bag and you reaching in to pull out a football player totally made me snort.
OK, I think that about covers it on my thoughts for this post. Sweet dreams.