It's good my name isn't Grendel, or else this scarf would have killed me

Damn you Blogger.

*ahem*

So, you know those fall days, chilly, but sunny, which hint of some more summer?

























This was not one of those. It's still summer.

It was way too hot to model a (mostly) wool scarf, But I tried.












And failed. I mean, really, out of 20+ shots of me wearing the damn thing, the only semi decent one is of my back. And my West Coast socks-with-sandals laissez-faire attitude.And because I'm told some people like these...
Pattern: Beowulf. I made it up.
Yarn: Van Dyck. 3 and a bit balls.
Needles: Aero... 7mm?
Dimensions: Taller than me, but not as wide.
Odds and Sodds: Provisional cast on. Cables. Actually a Saoxn braid. The SAME Saxon braid adornign the collar of a sweater in the new Rowan. I think.

Questions/comments/critiques?

SPC -- September Week 2

Alright. This weeks Self Portrait Challenge needs a little explanation. I am sitting in front of an elevator. Specifically, the elevator we had installed for my mother. Also, my mother has MS (Multiple Sclerosis).

And to explain why I am the only person in the photo... Well, they say image, and how you present yourself is key to how people see you. Often, that is ALL people see about my mother (especially if I'm just talking, and they've never met her). So when her symptoms and effects are all people care to see, to me that is enough.

Carrying on with the "conflict" from last week, my mother and I do not get along. At all. But she needs a fair bit of help, so I am always called upon to help. And when I try to explain the strife between us, all people want to see is her illness, never her character, who she really is. Those people will often then show great disgust towards me, treat me like a character, make me feel distorted and unreal (hence the distortion I felt like applying there).

Maybe next week will be cheerier, sorry folks. 

Knitting away, on the thin ice of the new day

So. I still knit. Really I do! See?
I've gotten out of the 80-row choas theory doldrums and am fully ensconced in the braid pattern (less than two to go!). Then comes the end. Divine inspiration anyone?

It's also long. It is at nose level with me right now (I am about 6'1"), and I have about... 6 more inches to knit before ends/fringe. This is good, as nothing frustrates me more than too short scarves.



















Also, I have started University. So far it involves getting my ass kicked by the Cyrillic alphaveet, reading an (excellent) essay analyzing the Alien trilogy, hearing all about the Roman lewdness that Latin will enable me to read, discovering I actually have a studio art class and loathing pyschology for being my only class on Mondays. At 7:00 PM.

And now, work calls.

Oh, and another SPC is on it's way.