Seriously. How warm was it yesterday? How cold is it today? I'm trying to figure out how to stay in the house all week and ignore the freeze. It's already not working, I had to check the mail (might have been a yarn catalogue in there!!!) and clean the front glass door.
Since I think I'm PMSing, or at least let's hope that's why I'm feelin' crabby, let's ruin Christmas for my sisters. Since this IS March, it's time Christmas was wrecked for them, don't you think? In fact, let's ruin the Little Goopa's birthday as well, since it was on Martin Luther King's birthday.
Goopa's Christmas, as modeled by the newly ear pierced Frygirl.
Little Goopa's birthday present sans sleeves. I sewed one on, then undid due to the crap job I did. I loathe finishing, the result is never good enough for me. My next task is to knit up swatches in this yarn and practice mattress stitching them together so this looks somewhat professional. Always the goal, you know.
Here we have the lovely Toppa's Christmas, perfect for wearing over a light shirt. This is perfect for the spring when it's sorta warm, sorta cold.
This isn't a Christmas present, it's mine. Finally, after a year, I'm calling this puppy done. It sat in my laundry room for nine months, gathering dust and pissing me off. I don't like UnFinished Objects and the KnitALong died on the vine. It's pretty busy as is, so all I did was weave a few beads on the front, none on the back due to the sitting on a pea feeling I knew I'd have. Pick up and knit around the sleeve edging, including beads along the way. Finally, I took some ribbon yarn and wove it in the yarn over holes lining the bottom hem. It gave the Not a Poncho some sparkle without overwhelming the garment. I love it and look forward to showing it off in real life sometime.
Progress on Fry's cardigan...
Here's the first sleeve at my favorite haunt, the computer. This is where my butt gets flat every day. There's a space heater at my feet, a TV to the left, and a fridge right behind me.
Oh, and a cat hanging around, too. I'd spent most of the morning upstairs, putting away laundry and he followed, meowing a "What? You don't like the space heater?" His fur gets ruffled if I don't keep to the schedule of feeding him, letting him sleep on the bed, and pushing the space heater closer to him.
Since we hang out together so much, I know his expression says, "I was sleeping. Leave me alone."