Happy Times and an FO

The hat still needs pictures, but on the way home from school I finished this:
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It’s Rowan Cotton, and it started out as Quant from Knitty, but the drape wasn’t right. I kept the i-cord and the triangle increase and decrease and then just garter stitched the rest. Worked nicely. I may make my sister one for Christmas out of the leftover yarn

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I’m home for Christmas, and it’s fantastic. The last few weeks were full of drama, both over classes and friends. To put it in knitting terms, the hat I was working on since Thanksgiving and was only about a quarter done, was finished in two days of having nothing to do.

It’s funny, normally on holidays my family drives me nuts, but so far so good and I’ve encountered most of them. My sister moved today, from the low-income housing the mental health facility had her living in to a nicer duplex across town. We drove off to help her and mom and my brother loaded all of her bags and boxes and the washer-dryer into Brother’s trailer. Helping, were a guy named Jonathon who had on a Superman shirt, and six little kids playing in the parking lot.

My brother is a boat captain, who has a huge-ass pick-up truck and listens to country music. He has a six year old, who’s too smart for his breeches (that’s a technical term).

We went and saw my nana, who’s gotten so she doesn’t want to leave the house (except to go get her hair done every Friday) in her old age (which she often reminds everyone is eighty-two, similar to the Eddie Izzard sketch, which I would link to, but it seems to only be on this cd: Definite Article track 4)  and this is sad, because she was always independent.

Mom is amazing, if a product of her one-town Southern roots. My baby brother wants a puppy from Santa, which is precious. Our house smells like Christmas tree, a rather good feat for our tiny tree.
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Maybe it’s because I don’t want anything but payments on my cards for Christmas…. (I’m definitely going to London and want them paid off from last year). Mom insisted on buying me stuff from Amazon, but that was her call. I’m just happy to be home with my bear nativity in the bathroom:
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And time to read and knit.

I think I want to learn how to double knit socks…. just a thought.

Being home has never been so happy.

Of FOs, What are you knitting? and nose-rings

What’s up, y’all? First off, FO.

Spring-y scarf. I knit on it for both the drive home for Easter and the drive back. Didn’t knit on it much whilst at home, for reasons to come later. It’s Banderas Gerifil color 107 and Laines du Nord Kiddy Print color 600. Basically a mohair and a polyester fun yarn held together. My best friend made a similar blue scarf for her first project and I begged for one in pink and, well, ended up making my own a year later.

Rie and I are listening to Celtic music, and it’s awesome. Oh, by the way, Rie’s moved into my room for a bit. She’s having parental trouble, and I have a spare bed. The administration knows of this not *shifty eyes*

Anywayz, went home for Easter. Saturday was awesome. I went to brunch with a friend and then he had to go to Tech work for the show that was up so I GOT TO SEE THE NEW AUDITORIUM! Twas amazing.

And I got to talk to my high school drama teacher and we argued about Shakespeare concepts. ‘Twas awesome. We decided that I could teach Shakespeare in France and it’d work.

On Easter the best part was seeing my little brother open his basket. He got very excited over candy and Cars toys.

Oh, and my mom didn’t know that you could blow up Peeps. So of course:

In other news, my grandmother noticed my nose-ring. She had been staring at my face for a while during Easter dinner, and when I went into the kitchen with Mama she said: “I think Nana’s noticed your nose-ring”.

When Nana went out to get a sweater everyone was laughing. My uncle said he’d only just noticed it, and my older, jerk face of a brother mimed pulling it out with a fork. Nothing was said until dessert when I called my sister strange.

“You’re the strange one,” Nana said.

“Why?” Mom asked.

“With that thing.”

And that was all that was said. I’m waiting for her to call my mom and be all “Why’d you let her do such a thing?” but whatever.

On the ride there, though, I discovered a major knitting pet peeve of mine. Those who ask: “What are you knitting?” when it’s a long strip of fabric. I want to say socks.

Or when a little girl at the baseball game I went to (my ride’s boyfriend was playing and we stopped in on the way) was staring at the knitting and her mother says:

“She’s knittin’; maybe she’s making a sweater.”

Um…. no?

Or my sister, who asked me if I’d “moved up to blankets yet?”.

Driving came up at family dinner. Of course, everyone had an opinion. Don’t wanna talk about it. *pouts*. But Daddy’s signing me up for Driver’s Ed this summer.

Know what’d be awesome? Easter baskets full of yarn instead of eggs and candy….

And this. It’s pretty awesome.

PS. Mid-Summer presentation went very well, I think. I played the changeling boy, cuz I’m little like that, and the actual talking went pretty well. I liked my paper.