But while I was busy rejecting boys on Friday, Saturday and Monday, I was home knitting up a storm. Sometime in the next couple of weeks,† I suspect we'll have a big ol' FO post for you. The WIPs are looking healthy and sleek in light of all this sexual restraint of mine.
'Cause, y'all know... whoring around sure does eat into my knitting time.
Speaking of whips... er, WIPs... Know what this is?
Yes, it's yarn,‡ but do you know what it's for? Anna-Liza does. At least the non-secret Touch Me part.§
I'm making the cat o' nine tails from Naughty Needles out of it. Have you felt this stuff? There's a reason it's called "Touch Me."
So I guess it'll be more like a kitten o' nine tails, but that's just how I roll.¶ I'm all about the soft purple love.#
In related news, I just popped over to Red's place, and she has details that might interest you. At least a picture. And further rhapsodies on the Touch Me theme.
[SUMMARY: Wait. Did she buy MORE yarn?]
I'm really late on this, but I did take a handful of pictures at the Rockies Stitch 'n' Pitch. Most of them have nothing to do with knitting.
Like this picture of the diamond, pre-game, which looks a lot like the picture from my previous baseball game blogging, only not from club level. Different baseline entirely.
Well, the other baseline.
You know what I mean. Or you don't and you wish I'd stop talking.
They shoot the fountains when the Rox go yard. It happened SEVERAL times that night, which is part of why it was such a good game†† and probably why I pitched way more than I stitched.‡‡
If you go to the Clocktower Bar (where they serve the not-Miller Genuine beer and various top-shelf well drinks$), you can see this on your way.
I love the little pockets of Denver that look vintage. How much more vintage than brick buildings§§ and a water tower?
I have a thing for cranes. Red said, "Like... a sex thing? Or just an it's-a-cool-thing thing?"
I said, "Yes."
Speaking of Red (again), if you want more knitterly pictures of the Stitch 'n' Pitch, you can look at hers.
Turns out the only thing I got, other than a hideously distant and bleary picture of Dinger in which he looks like he may be mainlining with a giant knitting needle, is this:
Which I took because I'm so envious that Red carries her SIPs¶¶ in this pretty bag with the pretty ribbon...
...and I carry my SIPs in a one-gallon Ziploc& bag.
[SUMMARY: My baseball and knitting experience was mostly about baseball and my whole knitting record is based on partaking of one of the seven deadly sins and the tromping of one of the ten commandments.##]
Update of the DAM'd: Bachelor #4 called twice last night (I was at Drunken Knitting) to see if I wanted to come hang out at his place. He has a couch now (and a real bed!)* and I think he wanted to sort of show off a bit. I find that immeasurably cute.
[SUMMARY: A man with a couch is cute? Better check the footnotes...]
Remember the lovely, lovely yarn††† I promised yesterday?
It's Cider Moon Glacier in Paintbox. Don't bother looking for one of your own. It was a limited edition and there are none left.
For one, this speaks to my total suckerhood.‡‡‡
For two, it speaks to you can't have it.
[SUMMARY: Wow. That yarn is WAY more cheerful than AntiM.]
Does it make you want to break a commandment and indulge in a little deadly sin?
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): And y'all should be aware that I am being highly ambitious with the idea that I might finish the Deficit Knitting Arrrgyles for Brother in that time, but the feets are almost done, so... I'm delusional.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Rio de la Plata laceweight in a smooth, marshmallowy, mildly fuzzy brown 100% merino for a special, secret project and Muench Touch Me in deep, rich purple. Huh. We seem to be low on purplocity today. Take my word for it: purple.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): And I am SO happy I got to use that phrase. I feel like a porn queen.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Ally? You can tell your cranky nephew you're not the only old person embarrassing herself and those around her with antiquated colloquialisms (and I highly suggest when talking to said nephew, you use the term "antiquated colloquialism." Your street cred will soar to new heights). Of course, I'm white. Nobody expects any level of hippitude from me.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Prince Speak!
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): And the weather was gorgeous and perfect. And it was the shortest sporting event (barring the Kentucky Derby, less the hoopla) EVER. Actually, I looked this up at the Baseball Almanac and it wasn't the shortest game by a long shot, but it's certainly the shortest game I've ever attended: 2 hours 29 minutes. Left us PLENTY of time for drinks after. Oh, and the Rox won. Handily.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): I suspect in some circles I've just admitted to sexual proclivities that I hadn't even considered. Let's not dwell.
$FOOTNOTE (afterthoughted, but still money): Stick with me, kid. I can sniff out the Grey Goose in the most unlikely places.
§§FOOTNOTE (totally curvy): Granted, at least one of the prominent brick buildings is brand new, but it fits right in. Did I mention water tower?
¶¶FOOTNOTE (too paragraphed): Socks in Progress.
&FOOTNOTE (and...?): A fully TRADEMARKED Ziploc bag, to be sure. Patent pending. All rights reserved.
##FOOTNOTE (pounded like a chicken breast waiting to become parmigiana): Envy and Shalt Not Covet, respectively. For those of you not up on your Christian mythology.
*FOOTNOTE (asterisked. No, really): He apparently lost all furniture in the divorce. The last time I was at his place, his bedroom consisted of an assload (probably an unfortunate choice of word) of Dora, Barbie and Disney Princess accoutrement and a twin mattress on the floor. He's moving up.
†††FOOTNOTE (so very cross): Start with yarn, end with yarn... voilá! Knitblog!
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (I don't even know what to call this): Sell me something. Tell me it's new. Tell me it's improved. Tell me I'll have the first one, the only one, one custom-made for me. Tell me I'm pretty.