June 14, 2005
The heat is messing with my head
In case you haven't heard, it's hot. How hot? HOT. My brain is liquefying. Everyone has the air-conditioning on, and as a result, we had a citywide power outage today, just lovely. No A/C, no traffic lights, no blenders at Starbucks to make Frappuccinos, you get the idea.
I've been thinking crazy thoughts. I blame it on the heat.
1. The sweat is making my eyes sting, and my blurred vision has magnified grandma's feet to ginormous proportions. How ginormous? Ginormous enough to fill these socks:
Yes, I finished the first of my grandma's Best Foot Forward socks. It is pretty and soft, that's for sure, but it is also way too long. My finger is indicating where my toes end. Yes, grandma's feet are longer than mine, but not THAT much longer. I'm currently working on the second sock, which I plan to make a good 2-3 repeats shorter. If that length seems right, I'm going to frog the toe of the first-born, longer twin and make him grandma size.
2. The humidity is messing with my yarn. Okay, maybe it's not the humidity per se, it's just wetting the yarn using whichever means. I decided to wash my swatch for the Fibo, just to make sure the gauge remained the same before and after blocking. You guessed it, the gauge changed. Now, you saw me struggle with the beading, and of course I was basing all my calculations on the gauge of the unwashed yarn. I figured, it's Rowan, it's the precise yarn called for in the pattern, and I got the precise gauge when I swatched with the precise needle size recommended. But life is never easy like that, is it? The idea of figuring out the beading again makes me just a tad nauseous.
3. Through an exchange with a friend, I now have enough yarn to finish the Adrienne Vittadini nightmare. And for some reason, I'm really itching to do so. Even though it causes blood and pain and tears and back pain and the sleeves need to be taken in big time.
The weather. It's the weather.