Anyone interested in modeling the Mystery Knit, and thereby (assuming it gets accepted) being immortalized in Knitty forever? You'd need to be size anything-up-to-about-large, and willing to take an afternoon next weekend driving around Charleston doing the photo shoot. (If you have any suggestions on location, I'd love to hear it, but I'm thinking beach, and maybe downtown on the Battery for the dramatic possibly-cover photo.) I'll be happy to meet you somewhere and do the driving. Anyone? Terby? Anyone? E-mail me, or drop me a comment with a way to get in touch with you, or something. Terby?
It also appears that I may be an overachiever for the next issue of Knitty. The lace article that was supposed to be in the summer issue (the one coming out next week) got turned down due to sucky photography. (No, Amy did not use those precise words.) I suppose it was only a matter of time. I'm invited to re-submit with new photos, but I honestly don't know if I'll be able to get a new camera AND get the photos retaken by June 15. In fact, I'm pretty sure not. (The problem in this case truly is the camera. Honestly. It's at least ten years old and has never done closeups well. Not a good thing when discussing lace.) So, I don't know what I'm doing. Tearing my hair out, that's what.
In other business (I guess), I updated the Etsy shop with the new dip-dyes.
The Baby appears to be turning into a smartass before my very eyes. (No idea where this came from. None. Ha. Really. Haha.) Last week I told her to get out of my office, and she pretended to walk in place. Like I wouldn't notice that she wasn't moving. Then the other night I told her to quit playing with the floor lamp, and she gave me this LOOK, and moved her mouth at me without making any sound. The husbeast about choked, trying not to laugh. (Because you know if you laugh at them, they never quit doing it.)
In my usual avoidance behavior, faced with sewing up the Mystery Knit, I have suddenly decided that I desperately want to finish knitting the Steeked Jacket. Which is proof positive that my brain needs a serious smacking around.
I'll have both these projects done soon, and then I'm moving on to a new project, an original design, that involes BUYING YARN. Ooooh, the excitement.
The husbeast just walked in the house with a dozen Dunkin' Donuts. That rat bastard.