A litle bit worried

We got a show at the Museum of Contemporary Art so I'm back to knitting worsted weight stockings after a short hiatus. Yesterday I turned a heel on the bus in about half the time with about half the difficulty it normally takes me to turn a heel. Now, if I were the kind of person who believed that "sometimes it just works", I would be content. Unfortunately I'm not that kind of person and when I factor in the time it's been since I last turned a heel, the fact that I didn't even glance at the pattern and that I was deeply engrossed in conversation, I'm a bit worried. The heel actually looks good, but I wonder if this is one of those Fight Club-type situations where a string of seemingly innocuous mistakes go unnoticed until they meet a catalyst and transform into woolen napalm. What if the moment they make contact with a sink with the exact ratio of water/woolwash they detonate and take out half a city block? Wish me luck friends.

Hurdling Towards Spring

So I'm in my last semester of grad school, trying to complete (and by complete I mean start) my MFA thesis project. It's not that I've been slacking, quite the contrary. I have made a huge body of work in the last year and a half, but I still think there's one more new idea I can finalize before I'm flung into the Real World. Right now I'm waiting on the equipment I've ordered to begin working on the piece. More on this later.

In the meantime, as I am conflicted with impending deadlines and too little to do, I'm knitting a pair of socks for Andrew.



Due to my busy production schedule this past year nobody has received much knitting love from me, least of all Andrew. So, I grabbed the yarn he picked out and cast on. The yarn is Patons Kroy and the color is Summer Moss. Which when knit up, alternates between lavender pastel with mint stripes and in-your-freaking-face acid green with red stripes



It's a little loud, like when I knit in front of people they are overcome by the magnitude of its visual volume. I, however, like it and appreciate the change from knitting brown and grey socks exclusively for the past six months.

And besides, in the right environment it fits right in.



Who else has socks that match the houseplants, hmm?

Cluck

I eat meat like it's going out of style. I like it fried, grilled, roasted, barbecued. As long as it once had a face, I'll eat it and with gusto. Andrew, a vegetarian, has expressed some concern due to the great joy I take in consuming animals. My theory is that if something is going to die for me to eat, I should really enjoy it. I think we should acknowledge where our food comes from and appreciate the life that was given up for it. So this weekend I took a chicken from a live hen, to freaking delicious.



And it was good.