Here we have the hemp in what seems to be closest to its “behaving” phase. This contains three rows of actual fabric, but doesn’t show the blisters on my fingers. (With apologies to John, Paul, George and Ringo.) I will likely have been dead six months before I finish this project.
You thought I was making that up, didn’t you? This is it. This is exactly the configuration in which the next pile of yarn fell. It’s alive. It’s evil. It’s the Yarn Troll.
A year or so ago I went through a yarn-acquisition phase during which I seemed to fall over great deals every time a breeze blew somewhere in the world. Among those acquisitions were a big bag of flax yarn that when knitted will become something of linen; another was a big box of olive-green hemp […]
Whatever Snaotheus says about what I did to his car today, it’s a lie, totally and completely a lie. What actually happened was that I had an opportunity to whack the bejaysus out of the back side of his car and I took it. I knocked him and KrisDi halfway through next week and across […]
Grandma was laughing about her thump into the litter box, but when she toppled over last night and whacked her head and it wasn’t quite so funny. The nurse called me (as they’re required to do), said the lump was about 1.5″ (she said this in a tone of voice I’d’ve used for 16 feet), […]
I should have waited until yesterday to take a photo of my arm. It was a lot more dramatic.
“Eat lots of fresh fruit and vegetables,” said the PT folks on Monday.
Yummm. Kumquats. Blood oranges. Tangerines. Yummmmm. And today, the PT folks only did stretching, no physical abuse, and the range of motion on that side […]
In case you think I was exaggerating yesterday, here’s a photo of my arm, palm facing forward so it’s rotated outward just a bit. This is where she was digging around under the deltoid. I’m not even going to look at the less socially acceptable areas, let alone try to shoot them.
Someone once described surgery as a crude technique, nothing more than intelligent wounding.
My physical therapy sessions haven’t reached that point, but they have turned into what I’m trying to think of as purposeful pain.
They started Graston techniques on me today. This uses steel bars and pointy things, scraped across and pounded into various parts of […]
This has nothing to do, as you might suspect it does, with a telenovela. It has to do with design vs. art.
Having spent the majority of my life in graphic design, I naturally think in those terms and am most comfortable with the tools involved—all of them, in my background, involving precision and control: pencils, […]
Frogs, to be precise, as in “frogging back the second sleeve,” which is knit-speak for ripping the darn thing out. All that yapping about the brilliance of Karen’s method of short-rowing a sleeve cap and I was three inches into Sleeve Two before I realized I’d just knitted it ’round without the short rows. Snow […]
This makes me think of pirates, which shows you what a sicko I am. So far, I’m pretty pleased with it. I did the body in the round and adapted the armseyes from this pattern. (It may require you to register to see it.) Not a seam in the piece anywhere. Well, a shoulder seam, […]