Oh, The Unjustice Of It All!

Peg.

Do you recall StS? Of course you do, I wrote about in the last post, about how it was ruining my life. I finished the blasted thing, took it home (of course forgot my camera, so I took pictures with my phone that I have yet to e-mail to myself and get onto my computer) and it was mailed the next day. The woman it was for got it, HATED IT, and mailed it back an hour later without even calling to say what was wrong with it. The only reason we even know she doesn't like it is because my mom called out to the other office where this woman works to see if she'd gotten it. Mind you, this is supposed to be a professional business, international company and all. The woman's daughter (it's pretty family run and oriented) picks up the phone and mom asks how her mom likes it.

The daughter says "well, can't you hear her?" It's a phone, moron, we can't hear what you hear.

My mom replies "no, what is she saying?"

To which the daughter says at least 3 times "She hates it, she's cussing out in the warehouse, she hates it."

Cussing. In a business! Apparently even using words that you've probably never heard of (I've not heard of some of them, and that's quite surprising).

Mom asks "Well, what's wrong with it?

The reply? "The sleeves are too chunky, she's sending it back to be fixed and expects it to look like a normal sweater when it comes back."

COMPLETE INCOMPETENT MORONS!!! The mother had insisted I use size 15 needles and chunky yarn. What did she expect, a lace weight sweater? She'd seen the entire body (which is also chunky, mind you) and supposedly hadn't had a problem with it.

I designed this sweater completely on my own, with nothing to follow except gauge. It will be a cold day in hell before she gets THIS sweater back. We're mailing her a check for the amount she's already paid and that's that. I have enough other people to knit for without worrying about this psycho. She can make her own damn sweater. If you're going to make me use size 15 needles (which I don't like very much, by the way) and chunky yarn, well, then you're going to get a chunky knit. It is in the laws of knitting, and could probably be included under the laws of physics as well. If she would have even been civil about it, I could have tried to rip the sleeves out and make them smaller (but that probably would have looked worse) or I would have tried to reason with her about how this knitting stuff works and the chunky yarn, big needles, etc. Oh, but no. She had to throw a temper tantrum (and this woman is in her 50s, at least, maybe even 60s) so she doesn't get a sweater to match her sheep. I get a sweater to match her sheep. And when the sting of this goes away, I'll wear the thing to school and you can give me your opinion on if the sleeves are too chunky.

bloody hell, people.

In happier news, I finished, and blocked, the lilies of the valley shawl from spring 2004 Spin-Off. My grandmother is wearing it to her 80th birthday party. With that, I don't feel a complete knitting failure. Just partly one. Sigh.

Love,
meg

PS-thank goodness for the knitting party tomorrow, I need some knitting friends!

As Time Goes By ...

Peg!!

Life is getting quite busy, and I can't find the camera that goes with the batteries I have. I have the other camera, but I lost the charger for that one. Too bad I can't combine the two and have one that just completely works! Anyway, the point is that I can't take pictures of anything until I get the camera situation sorted out. I finished the pink cotton chenille scarf for Nick's grandmother, making splendid progress on the blue Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran one for his mother and almost finished with Sean the Sheep, which is the bane of my life. When I get this done, I'm celebrating. I don't know how I'm celebrating, but I'm celebrating. And not making anything like this again. Knitting for a profit just doesn't agree with me. I love to knit, but I have to want to make the projects. Such as the scarves for Nick's family, the dishcloths for everyone else, etc. Sean the Sheep? Not so much. I'm just not feeling the love for this project.

Enough of that. I'm really loving the mohair pastel stole I'm making with the intention of wearing it in front of the Eiffel Tower. That's my goal. I have to finish it. Must. Finish. I went into DCE last week with the avowed intention of only buying the last 2 skeins of the mohair. I left with the two skeins, two skeins of Dark Horse yarn to make a baby blanket for Jenni and James and the most expensive shawl pin in the store. Me going there is a bad idea. I decided I simply must get the pin because it really is quite gorgeous (and if I could find a camera, I could show you as well without having to bring/wear it to Duquesne) and I liked how it looked with the stole (the one skein I had knitted). At least I have it now, and don't have to get another one, even though I probably will at some point. I have two skeins of the stole finished, and I started the third. This is the fastest I've gotten through a project in quite awhile! It's amazing what trying to avoid one project will do for the others ...

Alas, I have 2 exams coming up this week and not enough time to study as I work tomorrow and again on Thursday. I must make my time until then really count. Thankfully, I'm just reading the book now so I work on the sleeves of StS and don't really notice how much I dislike them until I take a break, but then I'm so pleased that I got something accomplished that it almost makes up for the fact that I'm working on a project for which I have no passion. Almost, but not quite. Until next time ...

Love,
meg

PS-Knitting party Friday night after the Pharma-something exam from 3-4?

Noro Yarn

I’m posting twice in a row because I’m so happy I found a photo uploader place that is not facebook or webshots.

I really enjoy Noro yarn. The striping, the colors, the fibre, everything – I love it all. This baby blanket has been a work in progress since, uh, April of 2004. I started it on a mission trip to Immokalee, Florida, with the intentions to make an adult-sized afghan out of four blocks. I doubt I’ll ever be able to justify the expensive of making four of these, so a baby blanket it is. Since there are no babies in my life I’ll probably end up just draping it over the sofa or something. It’s made of Silk garden, no two skeins alike- but I might end it with that same rusty colored skein I started with. And yes, it needs some SERIOUS blocking when it’s done!



The Diet Coke of Evil yarn store, which you see in the last post, sold me a skein of this sock yarn- 50 grams. I asked the shopkeeper, ‘This is so expensive…will it make a pair?’ She assured me it would. Lies! I ended up paying 24.00 for this pair of socks for a friend, and only ended up giving her one on her birthday.

Dear Meg, we did not have our knitting party this Monday and this is very sad. I think we need to have a P&P knitting party soon- perhaps maybe the abridged Colin Firth-only version?

Love, Peg

Peg and Meg downtown on Peg's birthday!

Meg and Peg in Macy's. The model is trying to sneak into the photo, but she can't TOUCH our style.



Meg



Peg



We found this sign really hillarious. The clerks did not find our in the store camera fun so hillarious.

It was a very good birthday!

Love, Peg

DCE

So Peg, I made a journey to DCE today. It couldn't come close to the Wednesday trip to DCE, but I needed more mohair. I concluded that a scarf did not do justice to that yarn and I decided to rip it out and turn it into a stole that I can wear with winter white to get a lovely picture taken in front of the Eiffel tower. Whilst on the trolley, I proceeded to rip out and get strange looks from the populace surrounding me. One person even picked up and moved to the other end. Poor guy, couldn't handle the heaps of feather-light, pastel, Easter egg colored yarn surrounding me. I say that's perfectly fine, more room for my massive bag and yarn! I think I might need to meander down on Monday and get the last two skeins, fancy coming? Or do you have that inconvenience called class?

While down there, I also concluded that I am making baby blankets for my pregnant friends out of the dark horse yarn. It's acrylic, and that doesn't make me happy, but the softness does. For the one friend, this will just be a preliminary present, and for the other it will probably be the main present.

Work tomorrow, bedtime for me (meaning knit and read time, of course!). Happy Belated Birthday!