I feel gigantic.

I’m not gigantic, but I feel gigantic. The holidays always do that to me. I start out by saying, “I’m going to take it easy this year, and be good!” And then come the turkeys and the cookies and the more cookies and the cake (and did I mention cookies) and candy and pizza and by January I’m so stuffed that I only want to eat carrot sticks until March.

My parents came to visit for Thanksgiving, and we were pretty good about the food thing. We ate light until Thanksgiving Day, then had a healthy breakfast of fruit and cake (mmm, cake), then didn’t eat again until dinner, wherein we gorged ourselves on turkey and steamed vegetables, because even when my family does the overeating thing, we’re healthy about it (if by healthy you mean covered in cheese sauce). We then had Korean food the next night, and ate leftovers for the remainder of the meals, and so while I feel gigantic, it was mostly vegetables. Thank goodness for the rowing machine the husband acquired for us.

And also, Octane was disappointing in its coffee that tasted of bacon. I like bacon as much as the next person, but I feel that its flavor and the flavor of coffee are things that ought to be separate.

I took my mom to Knitch on the last day of their visit and she pet some yarn and informed me that I can knit socks for her, which makes me happy, since I like knitting socks and they knit up faster than the other things she’s asked for. This means I can give her knitted gifts at some point during her lifetime. I knit slowly. However, because she was here the whole week, I did not get any knitting done, as one project is for her and would not be a surprise. I also restarted and then frogged the Nine Taylors socks, yet again. The Chickengoddess promises to look at them and help me figure out what I’m doing wrong. She thinks that perhaps I am missing some yarn-overs, which is most likely the case. I haven’t gotten farther than a couple of rows so far. I think that if I can get it going, I’ll be pretty set with it. Maybe if I chart it out, it’ll be easier. It’s been a while since I’ve knitted from a text-based pattern.

And then lastly, Neil Gaiman is still brilliant, and this is pretty much where I netted out after I watched The People vs. Larry Flint (which is overwhelming, but excellent).

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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2 Responses to I feel gigantic.

  1. HappyGoth says:

    Heh. Oops.

    Wow! Look at that! Charts!

    Boy, do I feel silly.

    🙂

  2. Um. You could always ask ME, you know. Just sayin’.

    Also… did you look at the back of the pattern? you know, where the… CHARTS… are? 😉

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