FIP

Feline Infectious Peritonitis took our Pumpkin from us early this morning. We already miss him madly.

She's a twat but I like her anyway

And to prove it, I made Niki a sweater vest. For no reason.





Yeah, she's a dork, I can't help that.

Anyway, this is the Green Day Vest pattern. It's translated to English, which is not the creator's first language, but it was clear enough that I didn't have any problems following it. Kinda funny, because there's a whole thread on Ravelry for a knit-along where people had all sorts of trouble. The pattern is only in one size, but actually fits a whole range due to the stretchiness of the ribbing. It fits Twat really well but also stretched enough to fit me, although it was about 12" too short!

I started knitting this on Tuesday and finished it up Friday night after work. It was a surprise, but I did tell her I was making her something. (Ranging from a donkey suit to a ball gag...with real balls!)

She was pretty tickled with it and says she can't wait 'til it's actually cold enough to wear it. Sweet!

Then she tried to get me to knit her something else, which is when I told her to go fuck herself.

Yay for friends!

A Battle of EPIC Proportions!

a.k.a., I Fought the Thong and the Thong Won

I bought new underpants. Who gives a crap, right? I only mention it because they spurred me to write today's blog.

The world is an amazing place, we're surrounded by incredible technologies, and headway into curing illness is awe-inspiring. There are artificial hearts and joints, medicines that prevent disease, and yarn made out of corn.

So you would think that someone could invent some freakin' underpants that are actually comfortable!!!!

Ladies, you know what I'm talkin' about.

My underwear has laid siege upon my buttcrack, causing me to fight atomic wedgies all friggin' day when I really have other stuff to do. I've wasted approximately 7 minutes so far wrenching a wad of smooth stretchy cotton out of No Man's Land. It's ridiculous.

What the hell is the problem? Are they secretly made to attack one's nether regions? Have scientists hidden some sort of anti-gravity device in the soft cotton crotch? Is cotton simply out to get us??

I don't know the answers, but I can think of two alternatives off the top of my head:

1. Stop wearing underpants. This actually grosses me out a little, I've never liked the thought of 'going commando'. Think of the chafing!

2. Caulk my buttcrack. Now this creates obvious problems, not the least of which is that when your friends tell you you're full of shit, they'll actually be right.

So I suppose, for now, all I can really do is pick & whine & wonder why I bother to battle the panties when I know damn well the panties always win.

I'm guessing this is a battle that has been waged in britches all over the world since the dawn of knickers. No one is safe. I'm also guessing that Hell is full of bunchy fabric and strangly elastic.

Damn you panties!!

The Olympics

I don't give a crap about them.

Yeah, I said it.

Busy busy busy

I know, I'm a naughty blogger. Shame on me & all that.

It's the busy season at work, at times I've been booked up to 3 weeks in advance. A lot of those appointments need artwork, and though I try to take care of all my work stuff at work, sometimes it just overflows to home/relaxing/yarn/blogging time. In other words, yeah, sorry, life gets in the way. You know how it is.

I have managed to sneak in a little knitting here and there, nothing fancy. I finished the knittery bits of a tank but have to seam it and make the straps. Actually I may give it sleeves, dunno yet. I made myself a cute little short-sleeved cardigan. Nope, no pics. But I will let you in on a little secret; the 'official' reason it's short-sleeved is because it's a Summer sweater, but the real reason is that I'm a lazy slacker who just wanted it to be done already!

I started Dad's xmas sweater, I have about 4" done. Woo! Four inches! Go me! I tell ya, I do really like knitting, honest I do, but why the fuck does it take so bloody long.

Also, I've tried my hand at dyeing yarn with KoolAid and Wilton's dyes. Dudes, seriously, this is some fun shit!

Funny thing about not having any pics to post...TPM and I just bought a brand-spankin-new fancy-schmancy does-everything-but-wash-the-dishes camera. Gah, the laziness!

Additionally I've started a new tattoo blog, so now I have two to neglect. I'm such an over-achiever.

Blarghedy blargh!

Wooooo! Holy crap, talk about busy. TPM and I haven't had a weekend off in months. Months, people. When we weren't at the shop we were at my mom & dad's, where Eddie completely resurfaced and painted my mom's foyer, stairway, upstairs hall, and ceiling. Everything looks brand freakin' new.

So we had a couple days off last week, and this week we're shutting ourselves in for two days. We're not going anywhere. For anything.

Anyhow, I'm alive, things have been happening and I've considered blogging but dear sweet jebus I've been tired. I have some heavy relaxing to do, we'll see how things go after that.

Sugar & spice & everything nice...?

Every once in a while I get to tattoo something that I really love. I mean, what could possibly be better than a sweet little girl? With torn wings? Elf ears? An alien dolly? Oh...and blood.