I got my copy of Vogue Knitting Winter 2008 this afternoon. I'll review it in the next day or two. I'll warn you ahead of time, there's going to be a lot more "Is this supposed to be cutting edge??" bitching going on. Oh. And I want to find the writers, and kill them. See this?
This is the cover. On the lower right hand corner is the comment "winter's must-haves in textural technicolor". The two sweaters shown? The colored one (on the left) is stockinette and has no texture. The textured one (on the right) is textured but all one color.
These things make me sigh heavily.
Oh, and that model on the left? She reminds me of the "Walk Off" in Zoolander far, far more than a professional model should.
There's a bunch of decent stuff in this issue. Sorry to ruin it for you guys. Haha.
Yesterday the Goober ran up to Sekhmet, whopped her on the head pretty hard, and yelled "Tag, you're it!" and ran away. Sekhmet just sat there with her ears crooked, like "What the FUCK??!!"
I saw my new doctor today. She's so cool, I'm keeping her instead of insisting on a chronic pain specialist. (She called the pharmacy "a bunch of drug Nazis" before I said anything about it.) At this stage, we have to tinker with specific meds and dosages, and I don't see how a pain specialist would do it any better than this woman, and I know SHE cares. So I'm keeping her. Hopefully things are going to improve markedly in the next week or two. (I've got an official diagnosis now, finally. Reflexive Sympathetic Dystrophy. Fun times.)
Remember the Thyroid problem? Long story short, turns out there IS a problem and the doc thinks my current state of disaster is due to a combination of pain and thyroid wonkiness.
When we were discussing my history, I said "I got a shot of Toradol at the urgent care facility... that was lovely." and she said "We can get you another shot of that today if you like." and I fear I reacted like a heroin addict. So right now I feel pretty damn good.
Maybe I'll knit something.