Yarn Ball Boogie

Likes and Dislikes

I had one full day. And it's not over yet. The way it's been going, who knows what's waiting for me at home. Skein thinks we shouldn't even go home today. But, she's getting hungry and she doesn't eat restaurant food.

I was getting ready for the Bunny V's first day out. I woke up this morning and felt the air in my apartment hit me and thought, "It's time for a warmer garment than a tshirt." Enter Bunny V.

I wrote about it in a much nerdier post a while back, and it was finally chilly enough to wear it. I was happy. So, I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. All of a sudden I hear this snickering, and it sounded a lot like Skein.

"Skein? Where are you?"

*silence*

"Skein!! We have to leave!!"

*snickering continued*

But, I could tell she was in the front room.....I walked in, and there she was - reading.

"What are you reading??!?!"

"Nuuuutheeeeeng....."

"Wait a minute!!...What the ......"

30 Porn Star Portraits, eh? What can I say? Like father like..........I guess my sister was right.

So, we left.

The next photo is a little disturbing, truly. Just so you know you've been warned. But, it's also a good opportunity to remind you to always take your camera. You never know when someone is going to drive by you and throw something out of the car worth taking a picture of.

I left them a little smaller, just, well...I don't know. I just hope it was insulin. What I thought was interesting is the yellow "caution" tape that it landed next to. (there's a bunch of construction outside my apartment).......

So I get to my destination. The store where I teach. And who walks in the door dressed as my twin??? Rebecca.

I couldn't believe it. I'm not going to bother convincing ANYONE that we didn't plan this, because NO ONE will believe me anyway. But we didn't plan this. I guess great minds think alike.

Ain't it the cutest fuckin' thing you've ever seen?

So a couple things I heard recently that I like.

- ..."for the first half of your life you get the face you were born with and the second half of your life you get the face you deserve".

- ..."are you ever going to live before you die?"

Against Skein's advice, I must go home and fix dinner. I've been teaching since 10 this morning. And I'm tired. Speaking of Skein, I think she's outside hitting on someone. Good grief. For such a young thing, she sure does...well...you know....

Oh, and let me apologize for the disorganized cesspool that are my blog entries. I don't know how to make text wrap around pictures like neat little packages. Any help in that department would of course be appreciated. Until I get smarter, you'll just have to navigate your way around them. Just believe me that I always try to make it flow.

Have a good rest of your weekend.

I have a little girl

Say hello to Skein:  (and NO, she didn't try to nurse) THANK GOD.

These are some shots of her getting comfortable with the place.  (I found out later it was her showing off.)

So she had her first subway ride this morning.  I wanted to document the moment like any proud papa, and started to take her out of my bag.  She screeched louder than subway brakes going bad.  Seriously, have you ever heard a ball of yarn scream?  NOT pretty.  Thank god it wasn't rush hour.

So we're off to explore the day (it's BEAUTIFUL here in NYC).  We have to get a pillow form for a FO, then off to teach this evening.  It's kind of a test for her.  See if she behaves in public.  I'd hate to have to put her in a crate for the day like a dog that poops all over the floor.  But I'm not opposed to discipline. 

I will never knit her.  I will never crochet her. 

Birth info:

Place - here ....thank you thank you thank you thank you, Cheryl
Length - 77 yards.
Hair color - reds/maroons

Oh, and there's a green you should be aware of: (not related to Skein)

I got it at School Products.  100% cashmere, and the color SHOULD be called "I dyed it with super concentrated wheat grass juice"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

So, being a New Yorker, I've always told myself that I would respect the privacy of celebrities and the like, merely noticing their presence and then walking away.  Sorry Michael Stipe.  I couldn't help myself.  He was minding his own business in Barnes & Noble on 6th Ave & 18-19th St. and I spotted him.  Here's what followed:

"Oh my god.  Holy fucking shit!"

"What do I do?!?!?"

"Go to the music section, John...just go.  Walk quickly, but not like you've just seen something that everyone is going to want a piece of.  PROTECT YOUR PROPERTY!"

"Hmmmm...Kelly Clarkson.  Already have it.  I could pretend to listen to the new Ani DiFranco....YES.  Pretend you're listening to the new Ani DiFranco.  But shit!!  Michael Stipe is within a few fucking yards of me!!!  What do I do!!!!???!?!??!?!"

"Ummmm....Oh god. I have to pee.  What if he leaves while I'm in the bathroom??!?!  What if he's IN THE BATHROOM?????!??!?!? I'll wait."

"John, go back over to the books and pretend to be interested in the same books he's interested in.   Then accidentally bump into him.  Oh God, I'm so nervous."

"Michael Fucking Stipe!!"

"John, you are being sooooooooooo stupid.  Just walk out of the store and then call someone screaming that you met Michael Stipe.  Well, you didn't exactly MEET him."

"What is this force just making me walk over in his direction???  Oh my god, look at him - there's no one standing around him!!  Perfect!  Just smile, John - that's all you need to do.  Just DON'T attack him....Barnes & Noble is swarming with rent-a-cops! - FUCK!  He just looked at me!  What a Michael Stipe-y look!!!!"

"Abort! Abort! Abort! Run the other way screaming - 'I just saw Jeffrey Dahmer reading 'Embalming for Dummies'

"Calm down, John....truly.  Someone is going to ask you if you are ok.  And they're certainly going to know you aren't really interested in 'Mothering for Dummies' "

"That's good....breathe nice and easy....Yoga for Dummies"

And then I walked right up to him and said this-

"I'm sorry, but do you freak out when people walk up to you and tell you they love you in public?"

MS: "No, it's fine."

J: (reaching out to shake his hand) "Hi, I'm John, I just wanted to tell you I'm a huge fan of yours."

MS: "Oh, that's my real name.  And thank you."

J: "So I won't keep you...thanks."

Two sentences each.  But I was a changed man.  And if you ask me who Michael Stipe is, I'll most likely respond with something evil.  Just so you know.  I love R.E.M.

Wanna-be fashionista seeks Asian cutie

I arrived at my friend's apartment in richy-mcrichyville (upper east side, manhattan).  I got some interesting looks from people that would only say one thing to me if given the chance...."you don't live in this neighborhood, do you, dear?"  Ok, maybe one more thing..."Are you fucking lost??? Beat it, kid! Before I call the cops!"

Wanna - be fashionista:

Asian cutie:

So it's fashion week here in NYC.  Only for a couple more days, but I'm glad I'm actually posting this before it ends.  You know, it's all about timing. 

A good friend of mine is one of those jack-of-all-trades kinda guys.  He's a publicist/promotor/celebrity hobnobber/VH1 Red Carpet commentator...among other things.  He invited me to this party in Times Square to celebrate/launch this model's new TV show on the TLC network.  Swanky digs, free liquor, celebrities, guest list, you name it.  So, enter a chance for John to debut one of his girls.  What I didn't bargain for was I would debut another pretty girl (Asian cutie) and get my picture snapped for Vanity Fair.  More on that later. 

This is where things switch gears a little and may sound a little weird.  I'm going to talk about knitting.  The garment I wore is a black mohair sweater with two shades of blue mohair accents.  As you see, one for the stripe, and one for the collar.  The black is Joseph Galler Yarn's Flore I in black and Alchemy Yarn's Promise.  If you've never used either of these yarns, do it now.  It's one of those things you must do before you die.  Anyway, size 15 needles, WAY oversized, and paired with a little faux-skinhead look of roughed-up combat boots and leather braces (suspenders, but I like to call them braces).  I made those, too, only because I couldn't fathom forking over the outrageous price Diesel was asking for them, and because skinheads have a rebellious trait about them, right?  And besides that, when you have M&J on your side, you can fucking make ANYTHING. (mjtrim.com)  And apparently, it was the look to copy.  Or avoid.  I'm not sure what list I'LL end up on, either the DO or DON'T list, but Vanity Fair Italy was ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS.  It was funny, actually.  On the third go-round of photo-blitz land, I politely asked the photographer..."um, do you mind me asking what this is for??"  To which he replied "....Italian Vanity Fair...."  I gasped and gave him a pose that only a wanna-be could pull off.  We had fun, though.  And I conveniently forgot to tell him I wasn't wearing any underwear.

So wanna-be fashionista found his Asian cutie and we had a good time.  She even let me do her makeup.  Orange and charcoal eye shadow from MAC and a little concealer from Clinique and we were in business.  Her face don't need much, ya know.  I wore a little charcoal myself, but my interest in it fizzled out before I could make a difference. 

I think there's a ghost in the second picture.  Hi, whoever you are.