Unfurnished Brooklyn

Nice weather we're having!

Love the snow. Love it. Wreaks havoc on my commute, though.

 

But long commutes make for primo knitting time. And checking fair isle charts helps you forget that you've been on the damn train for over an hour and you're still in Brooklyn.

Have a wunnerful weekend!

UPDATE:

Cute baby alert! And she's wearing legwarmers, people. Legwarmers!!

::tap tap:: Is this thing on?

Every night I say I'm going to post the recently finished objects. And every night I'm distracted. So I finally decide that tonight I'm going to post the second Gretel and the one completed sock- and I left the hat at work (A knitter, in the snow, hatless. The shame!), and my camera is nowhere to be found. Duh.

It's looking like I'll finally get to go on a vacation. Only I'm not so good with the planning. Hate it. I just want to go, have fun, come back. That's all. (My evil side wants to go on Ravelry and start a thread on the message boards asking if it's okay to take needles on planes. Because no one has ever, ever, never asked that question before.) Anyway, here's hoping I can pull this trip off, while keeping it secret from Cheb.

Funny Cheb story: she was reading her lines from her school play, and asked "Mom, what's n-word mean?" In my mind I was all, dammit, here we go. Now I have to explain all this and I really just wanna finish making dinner and have a quiet night. Then I realized, why is the n-word in her script?? I asked her to read the sentence. It was this, about Wilma Rudolph:

"When she was five years old she was stricken with polio, a disease that left her leg twisted inward."

Oh. Never mind.

She also has to learn the lyrics to "We Are the Champions," which amuses me to no end. When she sings, I picture her in shiny pants and a Freddy Mercury mustache. I take my ha-has where I can get them, people.