She sat still for a whole 10 minute pose. Way to go baby girl with your first paying modeling gig!

This is him in the herb garden this morning before the storm rolled in. He will go to live with my mom (surprise mom!) after I get a chance to take him to a meeting to be photographed with the other hedgies.  This was a fun KAL.

Also working on a test knit for Pixie, here is a glimpse of another something cute she has up her sleeve:

That is all for now. Have a marvelous week.

I’m in a mood. A bad one. Happens from time to time, this time, this day, it beyond sucks.

I have many a reason. My head hurts. I’m irrationally irritated at people who have the audacity to breathe my air today. I may have finally run out of blogging content (after only 2 months – horray!) or at least interesting blogging content. (Olaf warned me it would happen, I pshawed him- citing never running out of things to talk about EVER.)

Still no sign of the Baby Bobbi Bear pattern I ordered from kpixie.com freakin’ two weeks ago. I’ve refrained from mentioning the store outright because admittedly- I can be impatient. But now at the 2 week mark I have to tell y’all how I’ve been shamed by their customer service rep that stated that since I purchased only a pattern and not any yarn, it had to travel by special box that can only be hand stamped-(by pixies?) and shipped via what I can only assume must be horseback- from Maine to Georgia. Had I thrown in a hank of yarn, I understand, it would have arrived lightning swift. Now, I haven’t bitched about it yet to customer service, because it is a freakin’ pattern for-crying-out-loud and I loathe to be rude, and I am aware that my intense displeasure might be a slight side effect of PMS. Possibly. Maybe. Where are those chocolate Teddy Grahms I opened yesterday? I know they are hiding in my desk like little sweet, crunchy, refugees, dammit.So with the stealth knitting and no new pattern, and zero desire to work on anything else- I’ve got practically nothin’ to share with the universe of any knitting merit today. Poop.

Now I must vent about a personal issue. No names have been used to protect the terminally selfish. I helped a dear friend with a project recently (2 months ago?) -my creative services were solicited to assist in the creation of some hand-painted detailing for a very special 1st room- something I have done once or twice for special friends. In this particular case, the artful endeavor took many hours and was highly micro-managed by said friend. It wasn’t the most ‘fun’ I’ve had in a while, but in the service of a friend- I was present and accounted for and totally up to the task- although I did have other things that needed doing on that particular day that were put off until much later. I was very pleased- nae- proud- with my work- as I believed her to be, since, as previously stated, not only was the content and placement of said decorative painting carefully dictated, every color choice and brush stroke was painstakingly ‘managed.’ (I changed one particular color thrice- but who is counting?) Apparently a few days later, said friend tried to ‘fix’ something on this piece, they screwed it up, and painted over it entirely. Then at my last visit I was told that it “didn’t make the cut.” Holy ouch! WAY ouch! Before I could utter even one wavering note of displeasure to express the deepness of my hurt I was again told that “wasn’t it the time that we got to share so much more meaningful than the wall decoration itself?”

Well- um- since you asked- how about- No. I did what I was implicitly asked to do and didn’t deviate or express a modicum of artisitc individuality, not to mention the fact that it was an arduous day-sucking, micro-managed task from hell that I have nothing to show for but the pain of “it didn’t make the cut.” SO- how about a big fat-fucking-NO?

I haven’t been able to bring myself to call this person quite yet – I suppose I’m still a tad bruised pissed- not that they would notice right now.

Wow, I feel better already. I guess I had stuff to talk about after all.

Adieu.

Update: I’m probably just melancholy because TODAY is the 30th anniversary of Elvis Aaron Presley’s death. I’m going to have a peanut butter and nanner sammich and some antidepressants with a red wine chaser for dinner in honor of ‘the King.’ (Just kidding about the antidepressants, Mom.)

Front:

And the back with the ‘optional’ eyelet lace detail (although, it is so damn cute, WHY oh WHY would anyone opt not to make the eyelet lace detail?)

Do you like the quarter I included as an indication of scale? That’s how I roll with my mad blogging skillz. I am a tad concerned that it won’t fit the Amazing 10-lb. baby come winter, but I suppose as it has already been gifted, it is no longer my concern.

I am also working on this:

It is called the “Jughead” from my new favorite book Domiknitrix that Rachel and Caleb gave me for my birthday. It is knit in a garter stitch sideways with short rows for the shaping (a great pattern for practicing your short rows if you were going to make something like socks- which I’m not, but I’m just sayin’). I’m about ready to bitchner stitch this thing up- grafting the two sides together- then picking up stitches at the crown to finish it off. Not too shabby for a weekend project.

There are so many cute patterns in this book- I give it two enthusiastic thumbs up. It isn’t nearly as naughty as the title would suggest- but more devilishly, delightfully quirky. And the yarn I’m using is like sex on toast (for lack of a better description.) It is so decadent for me-I’m more of a Wool Ease, knitpicks kind of gal- so Jo Sharp Silkroad Aran Tweed in Licorice, a wool, cashmere, silk blend is BEYOND yum, yum, yummy. It is by far the sexiest yarn I’ve ever worked with (as in, out of my tax bracket at full price.) I purchased one measly little ball at 50% off when my LYS went out of business and I regret not buying much more of this stuff- like enough for a sweater or something.

The hat is a gift for my man, my main squeeze, my sweet honeypie, my raison d’être- Jeff (also affectionately known as Delayed-Reaction Boy). He, unfortunately, isn’t much of a hat person, he sports a much fancier hairdo than I, but I think that 10 minutes with this baby when it is finished should change his mind forever.

They are so farkin’ cute I couldn’t contain myself any longer, so, since now more than ever I have an itchin’ to knit some disgustingly cute crap for the new babe, I succombed and bought the pattern online today.

I also bought Knitting for Baby at the grand closing of my LYS last week. It was slightly warped – but at 65% off I couldn’t NOT buy it! Besides, books (among other things) that live with me have a tendency to end up slightly warped anyways.

Exhibit A:

Okay, well, admittedly, he was pretty twisted when I got him.

Do you remember these? My first (and last) baby socks?

Here they are in action- warming teensy feets. I used the Tofutsies Yarn- wool, soysilk, cotton, chitin blend that is supposed to be naturally antibacterial.

(Say “Cheers to the beh-beh!!!”)

I say “we” as easy as pie because Rachel and I have been friends since forever. We met when we were 7 years old at Spalding Drive Elementary School in Sandy Springs Georgia and have enjoyed the ups and downs of each other’s lives for the past 23 years. Last fall, she married Caleb, and last night they delivered their first child. We’ve been anxiously awaiting her arrival for what feels like an eternity, and she will be so loved.

R. deserves a freakin’ medal of valor, she was in labor, from what I can tell from the bits and pieces of information I’ve gleaned via text message, nearly well over 24 hours (more like 28), and the baby girl weighs 9 pounds 15 ounces!!! Holy Crap!

Having no brothers and sisters of my own, I feel this is an opportunity for me to be an honest to goodness Auntie. Thinking back, some of my best aunts, uncles, even parents have been the ones that I haven’t actually had a blood relation to, so I’m optimistic that I will get to play an ancillary but extremely important supporting role in this child’s life.

Now, I’ve got to finish that baby bolero and fast! I might want to think about trying to make it a tad BIGGER.