Things start feeling a bit surreal when you have an upstairs office all gussied up with new IKEA furniture, a couple of swatch pillows, a real orchid plant and a giant portable air conditioner--the kind not even a giant gilded yeti wearing princess panties could camoflauge--yet you'd rather be downstairs watching Beverly Hills 90210 while "working" instead.
It's not that I don't like my new office. I just want to watch Beverly Hills 90210 while I knit and write this post, and the TV upstairs doesn't have the Soap Channel.
Maybe I'm in denial. Or maybe I just have bad taste in television.
There's been a lot of interest in my new pattern, Sizzle, and I want to say thanks. I know that the silk blend I used is pricey, but if you can afford it, it makes such a great garment. There are things you can substitute, and I've had some inquires about subs, so here are a few ideas (and please leave a comment if you have ideas for subs, too):
Berroco Glace - Elann.com has it on sale for $3.48, only two colors are available but both are fabulously cool.
Jaeger Albany - It has been discontinued, I think, and it is on sale everywhere.
Karabella Zodiac - Just $6.00 a ball at kpixie.com and the colors are amazing.
Cascade Pima Silk - Go down a needle size to get the right gauge. Just note, this stuff doesn't have a ton of sheen, but it feels so nice against the skin.
Berroco Denim Silk - Also discontinued so you might be able to snag some cheap, cheap, cheap.
Plymouth Fantasy Naturale - This has a nice sheen, but you'd have to go down a needle size.
I think the key with this one is to make it with something that has a bit of drape and a bit of shine. Or dang it, knit it with anything that makes your heart go pitter pat.
Oh, BTW: Today I nearly expired when, working at Girlfriend's summer school, about five different moms turned their boys away when they showed interest in learning how to knit. I should know: I was sitting just outside in the puzzle and playhouse area where I was stationed. There was so much noise and chaos that I found myself squatting and shuddering in the corner, just outside the entrance to the cove of pleasure (knitting room) to find a little solace (as close to the cove of pleasure, I mean the "knitting room," as I could get without the head mistress giving me that "look").
Why can't the boys learn to knit?
I even witnessed one mom turn her son away from the cove of pleasure--and then when he asked about the sewing room as an alternative--I swear, I saw her eyeballs roll back and beads of sweat form under her nose so fast, my neck is still sore from the impact.
I tell you what: Girlfriend is more than welcome to scare away the garter snake that was sitting outside our front door today, or better, wind up that long orange electrical cord when I'm done with it.
Shoot, she can even mow the lawn when she's ready. Or wear fatigues, or study engineering or shave her head (when she's old enough).
Really now. Why can't the boys learn to knit? (I know how to lead when waltzing.)