The Goober and the Husbeast are out together, running some errands and doing who knows what. I am left, in the house, in the quiet, able to hear myself think for the first time in days.
Remember the migraines? Well, they backed off significantly after I got my blood pressure under control. (Duh.) Then I started paying attention to things, to see if I could identify any other triggers. I did. Lack of sleep, changing weather, and my hormone cycle are the big three. (Thank the gods chocolate is not involved.) Guess what three things converged to almost kill me yesterday? Yeah. Good times.
Vogue Knitting's holiday issue is out and I have procured a copy. I've flipped through it once, and will do so several more times before writing my review... but the review will be coming up in the next week or so. At this point, all I'm gonna say is, the idiot sylist who decided to put those models in tutus should be shot, flogged, tarred and feathered, folded, spun, and mutilated.
Off and on, for the last couple weeks, I've been poking around Ravelry, and have learned a few things. For starters, it seems most women either don't know how to dress in a way that flatters them, or aren't able to knit sweaters that flatter them. I don't know which, but there are a lot of horrible colors and fits and choices being made out there. In a related area, people won't knit things, if they look like shit in the pattern. Obvious, maybe, but there it is.
If you're not on Ravelry yet, don't despair. Due to the way it's set up, with people adding things they've knit, as we go, it actually improves with age. Remarkably so. When I joined, just a month ago, there were maybe three pages of Vogue Knitting patterns. Now there are eighteen pages. So while it may be killing you to wait, when you finally do get on Ravelry, the database you see will be vastly improved over the one that greeted the early birds.
And cute photos, because I can.
The Goober got a new book a week ago. She still won't put it down, and carries it around. It's really funny, because it's almost as big as she is.
Sekhmet? Well, she's still a dumbass cat. The other day the Goober put a box on top of her, and the stubborn cat laid there and refused to move.