Ways that I'm a big fat liar

Way 1: I had to start a sock today. Number five had swimming lessons and it's just too hot in there to put my woolen wicked on my lap. I did get the first sleeve nearly done yesterday though.

Way 2: I pulled out some merino that I blended with firestar (whilst seeing if I could make do with a pair of handcards instead of my frenzied pursuit of a drum carder. turns out I can indeed, but I digress) to show my mom and decided to try it out to see if it was too sparkly, not sparkly enough, whatever, and started to spin a laceweight single. Now I gotta finish those four ounces before I can proceed to the sherbet sock yarn. (I was just going to try it out and I couldn't stop) However I do expect to go ahead and get onto the sock yarn soon. I'm still spinning a lot lately so four ounces won't take long.

Way 3: I'm going to wind the laceweight for Swallowtail today, but I hardly think that counts as starting a project! (Yeah I know it's all a debate really)

Way 4: I still haven't started blocking the Scrote. Its just floating around in a big pink mass of Ramen noodles at this point, the horrid thing. You guys, I haven't even blocked The Wings of an Angel (or whatevs it's supposed to be called) that I finished ages ago. Have I mentioned that I hate blocking?


In other news, the owner of my son's Tae Kwon Do school has been arrested for soliciting murder. True I was looking for a new place because I didn't like him, but frankly I didn't suspect this!

My dad has responded by acting like he's 8. Not new and pretty much expected. Actually a little humorous if you can find humor in that sort of thing (oh and believe me I CAN)

My first colorwork project is chosen and I will be dyeing a bit of handspun for it maybe over the weekend. Best get back on the sleeves for Wicked :S.

Ice Queen? King? Prince?

But first, a report on that dinner I had planned for last night. Well I was making pasta. I thought it would be very smart of me to go ahead and make dough for Italian bread with the breadmaker. I mean that's what the little beast is there for, no?

Well so I put in flour, sugar, salt, butter, milk and water. Sounds good right? Anything missing?


Turns out that indeed something WAS missing. When I took the dough out, it had not risen at all. Alas, no yeast. Dumbass. I had brought the little packet over, set it next to the breadmaker, but it didnt jump in all by itself! Who knew huh?!

Hockey puck with your pasta? No? Well hey whatever.

I just finished Ice Queen. Since my mom isn't here to model it for me, pretend.


Hey he offered. Now that it's done I can start something new (yay). I haven't decided exactly what it will be, but I can't wait! The Chief and I are going to Columbus for a wedding (quite possibly drunk photos to follow) of his Uncle Joe and soon to be Aunt Becky. That means lots of knitting time in the car.