At knitting circle (we’re old skool), this week someone thought it would be fun to discuss what we listen to while knitting. So here’s my list:

At Home: DVD boxed sets. I just finished up 5 seasons of Joss Whedon’s Angel and I’m now on Season 2 of Veronica Mars girl detective.

Subways: The tinny sound of hip hop coming out of the crappy Apple headphones of the dude sitting next to me. People complaining and shoving to get into the train car “cause there’s room…over there!!” someone begging for a handout.

In Bars: bad karaoke mostly 90’s tunes and off color comments generally of a sexual nature.

Well, that’s my knitting soundtrack. Were you asking for a song list or does this suffice? I don’t listen to music on headphones. The train is too loud to hear it even with the in-ear headphones. I don’t want to damage my hearing. Plus I hate being so disconnected from my surroundings (even if they include some unpleasant things).

So who’s next? Jenny! Tag. You’re it.

PS The apron is done (although needs ironing):


However, dude bailed on his birthday fun (he was sick) so I can redo some of these wonky lines. It’s so fun being a perfectionist!!!


If you know the littlest bit about me, and have relatively beginner googling skills, I’m as easy to find as our cat when he’s pretending to stalk yarn like an invisible ninja. Our cat is a way overweight, barrel-chested, big-boned cat, who’s the opposite of invisible (also, the opposite of stealth ninja as he always lands with a loud thud). And I am very easy to find on the Internet.

On Friday evening I was working on blue/purple fingerless gloves (well, tubes with a finger holder sewn in, but the details of that project is a whole other story) with size 5 double-pointed needles, on the downtown 4 train. The woman sitting next to me on the train was staring at me. She noticed when I sat down (I walked onto the train holding my knitting because I was working on the platform).

The conversation went:

Her: You’re knitting.
Me: Yep.
Her: What are you making? Is that a sock?
Me: Nope.
Her: It looks like a sock. Is it a sleeve?
Me: Nope.
Her: What is it then?
Me (I don’t like to talk to strangers on the train because I’ve spent too long working with the public to not know they’re all crazy): fingerless gloves.
Her: Oh wow!! I think it looks like a sock. Where do you work? You got on at [if you really want to know, just google me] are you a student there? [nice ploy to butter me up, but I know I’m 10 years older than the average undergrad]
Me: No. I’m faculty- a librarian.
Her: I’m a guidance counselor at [some junior high school I hadn’t heard of]. I run a knitting and crochet group there. My name is [and she gives me her full name].
Me: Oh. That’s nice. I’m Kate. [I always forget how much the Internet will tell someone with just a first name and place of employment].
Her: Why are you using so many needles? How many needles is that?
Me: Three
Her: It looks like four to me. I see four needles.
Me: The fourth one just moves the yarn from needle to needle.
Her: So, you’re using four needles.
Me: I’m knitting on three needles.
Her: Well, I see four, and that looks really complicated. Will you come to my school and present for my students’ knitting group?
Me: Umm.. I don’t usually do that…
Her: The kids would LOVE it.
Me: Umm… well, my friend works in a public library and goes to schools in your neighborhood doing book talks, and also knits.
Her: GREAT! Can she knit on four needles?
Me: Yes.
Her: Here’s my number!!!

Then she gets off the train and I shake it off, and remember that the public is crazy, even though she’s probably nice enough. Then I tell Jenny about it (yes- I volunteered my wife & tooboo comrade- I hope I don’t get kicked off the blog for that- and for this crazy long post). And then we have the weekend [weekend knitting activities will follow in a separate post] and I totally forget about the friendly guidance counselor.

And then today, I got a VM at work from her! She looked me up and left me a message to try to get me or my friend to visit her knitting junior high group. Weird.

In the documentary The King of Kong: A Firstful of Quarters, Steve Weibe surmounts numerous challenges, working long hours in pursuit of his ultimate goal: to become the world champion of Donkey Kong. In the end, he emerges victorious not because of a high score, but because of his determination, skill, hard work, and sportsmanship. Also, the amazing dexterity and stamina of his eye-hand coordination.

Unfortunately Steve and I do not possess many of the same traits. I ordered this from Amazon on Saturday in a lazy last ditch effort to finish the friggin’ scarf. Because I just cannot see myself doing this on size 8 needles for a whole ‘nother side. I apologize for letting everyone down. I should be getting the fleece in a couple days, at which point you can be sure that the angst shall begin anew.

This man appears to be sporting the Snug Tug.
Doesn’t he know that look is so 2005?

So I still don’t know how to spin, but darn it, I’m setting a deadline so that I can participate in this year’s spin out in Central Park. Ladies if you are up for it, it is on September 29th. I’m sure you can go even if you don’t know how, there will be great fiber mojo!

Cara over at January One had a logo contest this year and I submitted some ideas (click for bigger):


Hope to see you there!

So, the smart person in me finally beat out the tech-tard! I can do it!

I was really afraid I was turingin into my mother! (She just mastered turning on the TV with those newfangled remotes, but instigating the opperation of a DVD or video? Forget it! ( I love you Mom!) )

Now all I need to do is learn how to type!