purl jam

leash

The wheel?  Gone.  Off to a new owner whose palpable excitement over spinning reminds Rock Chick of a time when sitting down with Alden Amos' tome seemed like light reading.  Enjoy it, Sarah.  It's better off with you than I, Gunga Din.

The Supernatural Stripes Baby Cardi?  Finished.

And, uh, yeah.  Still not digging the knitting-for-others thing.  When it comes to my knitting, it really is all about me and at this juncture in my life, I'm okay with that.  Fuck you knitting.  It's the new black.

So, back to me.  Cast on for Teva Durham's Moss Lacy Wrap and I love it (and not just because it's for me, you collective smartasses.)

Karma may whammy back on me.  If this sucker knits to full size with only five skeins, I'll voluntarily change a baby's diaper.

trade-backs

Chapeau Marnier

Pattern:  Marnie MacLean

Fiber: Koigu KPPM

Ribbon:  Stash

Currently on the Needles

Supernatural Stripes Baby Cardi

But wait, you don't knit for others, Rock Chick. 

Correct, I don't.  But this organic cotton cardi is for a person-to-be who is currently still percolating.  It's all about the loophole, dolls.  More a point for discussion is that gin-swilling Rock Chick is friendly with a teetotaling, vegetarian hippie granola couple.  I know! 

harder on your head

There are many things that Rock Chick is not:

Republican

Mellow in traffic

Demure

Alas, she is also not a spinner. 

This is not to be mistaken as a "woe is me, cheer me on, you can do it" post.  Nope, this here is a fire sale.  The  wheel, which I affectionately refer to as the ghetto wheel, is a Louet S17 and is up for grabs at a more than reasonable price. It's nothing fancy, but it is a solid starter wheel and to say it's gently used is a misnomer - like five times, tops.  I'm willing to ship it, but the postage may eat up a good portion of the "Rock Chick Sucks at Spinning" discount.  For local or near local peeps, I'm willing to meet you half way as long as my drive is not more than two hours.  Email me for particulars.

run on towards

The Seize Diamondbacks socks have had quite a saga.  Started just before the GCB (Great Cat Bite) of May '07, they hung around through many attempts at motor skill rehab.  They went to Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Massachusetts and New Hampshire.  They even went to a John Mayer show in Boston.  What they didn't do was get finished.  Until yesterday.

Oh, joy.  Oh, rapture.  Oh....wtf is THAT?!

Wax on, wax off ball sacks.  How did I miss that?  Must have been during the NEI (Norwegian Elkhound Incident) of July '07 wherein a portion of my thigh was orally removed by man's best friend.  A girl can get distracted by such things.

connecting dislocations

School's in session.  Are you smarter than a knitter?

174 in the queue?  I want a hit off of whatever I'm smoking.  Wait a minute, that can't be right.

big hard sun

Rock Chick here.  And the lesson we learned this summer, kids?  Cat bites hurt.  And damage nerves.  (Of course the dog bite I sustained on my leg in July had me thinking the animal kingdom had it in for me.  At least I don't knit with my thighs.  Yet.)  It took almost three months before I could work with my left hand without mega pain.  Hence, the HACK (half-assed crocheting knitter) made an appearance.

I'm kind of sweet on it.  I may lose the H-A in hack before long.