I finished the knitting for a felted bag last nite. I am making a KR giftie for exchange and I hope it really works out. I knit a gigantic messenger bag. HUGE. I hope that I get some time this weekend to goto the laundry mat to get it felted. I'll let you all see it after its done. (i knit it in lamb's pride.. so I know it will felt. I just hope it will still look nice)I have not finished the gloves yet. I decided to chug on the bag instead. I have one complete and the other says "we're number 1" I need to work on that, but (of course) I started another project when I got done with the bag.It is a present for my secret pal.. and DAMN. size 17s are a bee-yatch to use. I feel like I'm knitting with brooms folks. And they are JUST a hair too small to get the whole project on. So I've stuffed it up tight. The good news.. 6 rows in and I am like almost 3 inches. Quick fricking knit, but will it be nice? Jury is still out. My holly-daze party at my work was nice. I'm always the awkward butterfly at these things. I tend to stick to those I know and try not to get overwhelmed at all the people who are acting extremely a)drunk b)silly c)crazy d)all of the above. Bob did his once a yr female impersonation. While I always get a HUGE kick out of him in drag, (and the fact that the firm is so accepting of having gay people work here) every year I suffer the dilemna of wondering if they are laughing WITH him or AT him. I know the people are glad to see him do it and camp it up. I know he loves the attention. And so I let it go. But it is something that pops into my mind yr after yr.After the move: I am sitting my butt down, taking out the corset and knitting. No ifs, ands, or buts.
Post je objavljen 12.08.2009. u 09:03 sati.