So much fiber, so little time

My mood has improved

I saw this and laughed (the guys with the ties particularly crack me up):

Just when you think the cranky is receding ...

So, I was wandering through the blog stats and saw a hit from a Ravelry discussion. Jumped over to that and found someone whining that I didn't provide a pattern for the long spiral socks. Grrr.

I will not reply on Ravelry, because it's not worth the spit on the screen. But for the record: I never, ever put that blog page on Ravelry. Others have posted much of my stuff up there without my consent, and I joined Ravelry in self-defense and corrected photos. The original socks went up on my blog as a show-n-tell with a chart and gauge (or in other words, DO THE MATH, IDIOTS!)

(My heartfelt thanks to the people in the discussion who pointed this out, but arghh, I was in a good mood before this ...)

Linguistically cranky

I've been watching The Adventure of English on DVD, which has had me snarling at the tv several times. For one, there's an overwhelmingly smug Brit tone-deafness to American accents: apparently all Americans spoke with the same "effete" accent until cowboys roamed the plains. Um, really? Ever read anything from eastern cities? Ever realized that the original colonies went all the way down to Georgia? Checked out the Cornish speech patterns off Maryland? As my ancestors would and did say: Póg mo thóin!

But then I really snapped. The show wanders into Australia and points outs "daggy" as a particularly Australian term for dirty. No shit, Sherlocks. Dag is a very old word, and any English-speaking spinner or shepherd on the planet could have told you that.

Wish I could be gruntled, ruly and sheveled right now :)

Long paws

After a very long pause, I resurface :)

Blame Buki. He's among the world's worst knitting dogs, especially for a lace person. [Hey, watcha doing, can I jump up and help? Not on my silk yarn, thank you very much!]

He's much better about spinning. Two or three weeks ago, he supervised the cleaning and oiling of my wheel with great interest, and then tried the late Mr. Bear's method of resting his head on my foot while I treadled. Buki, like Bear, gave up after a while, but he did sit off to the side watching the wheel more or less quietly for a long time. That let me spin about a half bobbin of Montadale. It also reminded me that I need to order a new oil bottle, because one critter or another punctured the old one.

I did manage to knit and felt this small bag yesterday, though. Now that the weather may get warmer (yuck!) and I won't be wearing a jacket with many pockets, I need something small for my cell phone, iPod, etc. This is a smidgen bag knitted from leftover Schaefer Elaine and felted to within an inch of its life.

Reality disconnect

There's something wrong with a weather forecast that calls for an overnight low of 15F when the temperature is already down to 3F. Just saying.

We did get some lovely sun, though, after all the snow yesterday. That will be nice before the next round of snow starts tomorrow morning.