Cave City, Kentucky

Okay, so I did not think that I would be able to post again so soon. And as my cousin* Pooh was quick to notice, I posted after midnight last night in my exclamation that the day…got away. In the process of contemplating what on earth could possibly be interesting enough to post, I irreversibly distracted myself with a dress alteration. When I came to my senses, I was too exhausted by the prospect of something called “contrary to popular belief time does actually exist before 8 AM and you have to get up, surprise!” to write a coherent post.

In retrospect, nothing I did yesterday was terribly interesting. Other than finishing a sock, that is. I neglected to take pictures. Honestly though, how many pictures of a partially completed red sock can I really show before you decide I belong in an institution? You’ll get a finished project picture when I am home with a finished second sock and Emily. (She remained in Ann Arbor to guard the core yarn stash. Long car rides are not her thing.)

I guess I did do one interesting thing yesterday, called going back to work. As most of you know, I work at Flying Sheep Yarns, in Ann Arbor. It is a lot of fun. I get to spend hours surrounded by wool. I knew something drastic was missing in Kalamazoo!

I may have..uh..bought some sock yarn. (I don’t want to hear any comments, judgmental or otherwise, you hear? Well, I guess that if you are going to tell me that you approve it would be alright. However I *still* don’t collect rocks for all you snobby writers out there. Not that there is anything wrong with rock collecting, and personally I fully approve of it…) And a “by the way” for knitters, has anyone else noticed that Opal has seemingly gotten much squooshier? Maybe they are feeding it more lanolin, and it has gotten fat. I like it better fat, as it is softer and much more enjoyable in my socks.

Okay, so I guess I can’t avoid it any longer. Pooh was also quick to notice that I have been suspiciously silent on the purple silk shirt project. I can’t slip anything by, can I? You can all just stop being so perceptive and logical. I am not sneaky like The Sneak!

Anyway, the reason I haven’t mentioned it in a while is that I have not worked on it in a while. This is because I do not like the bamboo needles with the silk. As soon as I get my next paycheck, I intend to buy a 2.75 mm. metal circular needle so that I can resume progress.

Slow progress. Not only are the needles wrong, but I do not like the rate of decreasing at the bottom of the piece. I am going to start again with the intention of redistributing them, adding cables, and avoiding the gauge change that would inevitably occur in my fabric when I switched needles.

Tomorrow we get up early again, drive down to Manchester, and hope that we don’t have to wait six hours to get into the grounds. And tomorrow night the music starts! Go to the Bonnaroo webpage and look at the lineup of artists. =D

One complaint for this trip: where are all the sheep farms? Stop looking at me like that! Okay fine, I’m going to bed. All I have to say is you all need to learn to appreciate sheep for their true value.  Pictures next time!

*Pooh is actually my first cousin once removed, however “cousin” is much easier.

3 Responses to “Cave City, Kentucky”

  1. sheep Says:

    “every sheep is a potential sock.”

    enjoy seeing the bird man. i am jealous.

  2. sheep Says:

    wait, are you actually in cave city, or does something about the town just remind you of a cave?
    (notice, the name didn’t hit until right now, even though we talked about it yesterday. i am sloooooow in my finals stupor.)

  3. Amanda Says:

    Yarn Herlot
    July 30th

    oh. my. wool.

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