twitterpated

Because I am having the hardest time focusing my attention on anything for more than 4.6 seconds today, you are going to get a random mishmash of observations and -isms. Please feel free to skip this post if you're one of those orderly types...

Thing number the first:

I am composing a letter to Koigu. What do you think of what I have so far?

Dear Koigu,

Thanks for all the yarn. I have finally found the one yarn that could drive me over the edge into "collector-dom". I have an unnatural affinity for the gorgeous colours and the pint-sized skeins. It defies all attempts at logic.

When I opened up the package yesterday afternoon to find a coupla socks-worth of this stuff, it almost made up for the morning I'd had. Almost. Not much can make you entirely forget the stranger who wrapped his hand around your thigh during morning rush-hour, after all.

Anyway, just wanted to let you know that you have yourselves a brand spankin' new fan admirer obsessive collector.

All my love,
Tiff

No?

Hmmm...I'll have to think on that some more.

Thing number the second:

I am entirely twitterpated. This is not good for my school work. It is, however, doing wonders for my complexion.

Thing number the third:

I am still working on that paper. I want to finish it. I want to finish it so bad, that I'm fantasizing about typing, "Screw You." 4000 times in order to meet he 8000 word requirement.

It appears more consideration is generally in order today.

Please shoot me.

lookie what i did!

(...while I was supposed to be working on my paper. No matter.)

Click for bigger.



and



and of course the gratuitous close-up:



If I were a silly woman, I would tell you a luuurve it. But I'm not. Ahem.

random images from a mundane existence

And I like it just fine that way thankyouverymuch

I should be reading for my neverending paper research, but decided to take a break to share these with you.

Welcome to the current top of my desk. These are the pet yarns for the moment. They will eventually become socks. I loves the little yarn cakes. I loves them gooooood. (Yes, X-mas Rock really IS that electric. Surprising, no?)



Here's what's currently on the spinning wheel. She's (the spinning wheel, that is) nameless. I'm thinkin for my impending first blogiversary, I will have a name-my-spinning-wheel contest, with the winner getting something yarnish and yummy.... We'll see.



The roving is from Dudley Spinner and the colour is called Debbie. Doesn't look like Debbie to me. To me, this looks like peach-raspberry sorbet...and sunshine...yeah...sunshine...

After seeing the incredible yumminess (Go ahead. Go look. I'll wait.) that Cara created, I had to have some for myself. And lemme tell you, ladies and gents, I was not disappointed. This stuff spins like buttah. It's all I can do to tear myself away from it when my allotted spinning reward-time is over. Oy.

I'm still working on a coupla sweaters, but progress is slow-going with end o' semester nearing. I won't bore you with pictures of the interminable.

Also lots of skipping beats and blushing cheeks, but nothing particular to say and not enough time to craft anything more witty or captivating at present. Soon it will be summer....

dear knitting-powers-that-be

Please accept this as my formal application for a paid position in the field.

I do not like anything else nearly enough to want to do it every day. I have surely demonstrated the dedication, perseverance and wear-with-all requisite to merit such a position. Also, I am a strong proponent of knitted love in all forms.

Should you wish to investigate my qualifications further, my first attempt at Sahara should provide ample evidence. Next week, she is scheduled to undergo the major surgery required in order to rectify a terrible and deeply troubling sleeve condition which results in ever-widening-while-simultaneously-shortening sleeves. I will spare you the gorey details.

I am more than eager to join the professional knitting sphere, as I would gain tremendous life-satisfaction out of spending my days creating finite, accomplishable things that would keep the world warm. (Also, I could better justify my yarn habit and run less risk of ever achieving SABLE. Yes. This is a good thing. No. We shan't discuss the ramifications of this statement today.)

I very much look forward to meeting with you at a mutually convenient time in order to discuss this opportunity further.

Yours very truly,

Tiffany

all growed up

Ladies and Gentlemen; Children of All Ages:



I would like to introduce you to a marvel of modern science...



A truly inspirational demonstration of will power and drive...



...of deep affection and complete preoccupation...


Doesn't it look like a river? Mmm, river of yarn...

I give you: The Grown-Up Scarf



Even Murray needs to vogue sometimes...



Specs:

Yarn:    Brooks Farm Yarn Harmony (show colourway - unknown?) approx. 500 yds
Yarn Source:    Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool Festival 2006
Needles:    US 7 Denise Interchangeables (the pink ones!)
Pattern:    Sheep in the City's So-Called Scarf, shaken, not stirred and with my own kind of twist. (I knit it the long way to avoid pooling, using smaller needles, thinner yarn, and likely a LOT more cursing.)

Yes, that's my new standard flyer unit in the background. After three or four coats of Clapham's that wood is LUURVELY...



Funny how something that felt so big when I was lugging it around and being accosted on the bus over it actually comes out so compact...

progress

You can tell that Tiffany is working on a paper when...



This is my morning latte (Yes. That's right. I said Latte. Indeed, I am one of those fancypants people who believes that there is very little point in having a cappuccino maker in the kitchen if you are not going to engage in making the aforementioned cappuccino on a regular basis. So sue me.) As I sat at my paper-writing and yarnish arts-related items-strewn desk this morning, waiting for the caffeine to sink in and my brain to turn itself over so that I might begin my work for the day, I noticed something intriguing. Here, let me show you...



Progress bars.

In my latte.

Ladies and gentlement, we have indeed reached an entirely new level of both computer geekery and omphaloskepsis. (go look it up if you need to. I prefer the OED, but now they're charging. Capitalist Bastards.) I cannot tell you how much amusement I felt at the realization that my coffee cup, without any prompting from me, was itself monitoring my progress from "grumpy and not yet awake so please do not talk to me unless it is to offer me coffee" to "okay, I suppose I will tolerate you, but only if you do not speak too loudly" to "ready to go! what's next? let's get started!".

Perhaps I should get out more.

For those of you who are interested, my paper (at this point in time) is about the erosion of privacy protection within our legal system by digital copyright protection measures. Since I am in Canada, I will be writing mostly into the vacuous unknown since we still haven't managed to make up our minds and put some legislation in place. Not that I mind. Quite frankly, I like a little bit of unknown. In this case, the devil you know is far less attractive than the devil you don't know, as far as I'm concerned.

Right. So. Moving along...

I bet you'd all like some knitting content, wouldn't you? Guess what? Me too. I've a finished (maybe?) sweater to show you. (I can't decide whether I like the sleeves) and another is on the needles. I've also got a gift for a certain somebody on the needles which I will not show you until it's finished, and you will not see on the giftee as we are not yet at a point in our budding whateveritis that I can as yet feel comfortable exposing my complete blog-geekery to him. Mildly frivolous poses in various and improbable places will have to suffice. If I ever finish the damn thing. Ahem.

Now, as you can see, I am late for a date with academia... Tah for now!