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So, I took a few days to create a big ol' post, all about some FO's and updates on my current project, and since I've done a few little posts since I first started creating that other post, when I finally did post said post, it posted as if it were the date I first started writing the post.

Get it? Me neither. And just when I was starting to think that between Flickr and Blogger and Firefoxand iGoogle, that I was really getting a handle on all this crap.

Just scroll two posts down to see said masterpiece.

Thank you.

Ow

Things you may not realize:

•The make-up room at Rent is 3 flights up. No elevator.
•The 'backstage' area of Rent is actually in the basement. One and a half flights downstairs from ground level.
•I am back a Rent for a few dates. Plus some training. Yesterday.
•During the run of a typical show, I go up and down all those stairs about four or five times. Not counting when I arrive, set up, or leave.
•Rebecca lives two flights up, which is actually about 4 flights up, no elevator. She has a lovely apartment, by the way.
•My make-up kit consists of a rolling bag that weighs, hang on...thirty one and a half pounds, my make-up box which weighs 16 pounds (think 3 bags of flour), and my "purse" which I'm afraid to weigh.
•I went up and down those flights twice today. Carrying my kit. Tho she helped on the way down.
•I am not a person who, how shall I say this, exercises.

•I am quite, quite sore. (tho I think by now you would've realized that)

(PS: I am afraid to take a bath since I have not scrubbed my shower in, oh, a few weeks. As I don't wear my contacts while I shower, I have no idea what it really looks like. While this is probably safer for my mental health, it really, really makes me not want to take a hot bubble bath right now. I may have to check into a hotel)

I may be a nerd, but I'm a Minxy nerd at that

I am working on a post, right now, I swear. It's all about finished objects and stuff I'm knitting and a really good restaurant.

But since I saw this movie yesterday, and since I finished rereading Book VI this morning, I had to, just had to:


Find out your Harry Potter personality at LiquidGeneration!

I was kinda hoping I'd be her, too ;>

FO Sure

You would think, with all the train time I had last month, and all the...ahem...non-working time I had this month, that I would have knit up a slew of projects, enought to fully clothe many people, enough to cause envy among my fellow knitters, enough to be proud of.

Instead, I've got two scarves and a bag. Thank god for H&M.

But still, these two projects were, for once, a perfect match of pattern and yarn. First, and maybe the lovliest, The Montego Bay Scarf, by Amy Singer.

Thanks to Bev for taking the photo. My only complaint, and this has nothing to do with the photographer, is that you can't see the lovely shimmeriness of the faintly glittery yarn. Thanks to Blogless Jill R for the yarn!

Ever buy a few skeins, with no idea what to do with it, but you just can't leave it behind, especially at Rhinebeck, cause when it's gone, baby it's gone, and damn, it's just too damn purty to leave. Hence some gorgeous unnamed silk from a forgotten booth, and the free pattern Hoopskirt Scarf, from Crackpicks.

All that scarf, only one lovely skein. Sometimes, the world works in your favor. Cherish those moments.

And last, yet not least in pattern, but maybe in my execution, is the luverly bag that Miss Heather had designed, for one of the Stitch and Bitch books. Now, I want to say, it's a great pattern. Fun to knit, quick to knit, you can use inexpensive wool, or like the insane-o that I am, you could use 3 skeins of Noro Biggie Kureon, which, I'm told, is to be pronounced like Crayon. Now you know.

Here it is, in all it's lumpy goodness:



On my (for once) clean kitchen floor. I want to like this, I really really do. But it grows like a pre-teen, and it's...lumpy. I dunno, any suggestions?

Anyway, on to happier topics.

Isn't it a great day for all when you go to a much hyped place, and it's actually worth the talk? Sweetgirl and I decided to hang out last Wednesday, take care of a few errands, go have lunch, perhaps a movie. I had planned to sleep in a bit, then meet up. Instead, I got woken up by a huge clap of thunder around 9am. Upset? Not I! I planned a gorgeous lazy morning of reclining on the comfiest couch in the east of the Mississip, a hot cuppa tea, and Harry Potter VI, in preparation for the arrival of a little known book.

So I settled in, all comfy and cozy with the rain beating down outside, and my bliss lasted about half an hour. And then the phone started ringing and would. not. stop. It was all valid stuff, friends and work stuff, and the two combined, so the morning just flew by.

We met up, and headed to the store that tests me, my wallet, and my conscience every time I walk out my door: Broadway Panhandler. The only thing that keeps me from crumpling in a heap in the middle of the store with my hand weakly clutching my AmEx card out to the cashier is A> my kitchen is the size of a suburban closet, only not as roomy, and B> most of the stuff can be had cheaper at a restaurant supply store. Or so I tell myself. Anyway, Jessamyn picked up the knife guards she needed and we set off for lunch. To Momofuku Ssäm.

Oh my god. The food is amazing. And so simple. You basically can order (for lunch at least) a burrito or a rice bowl, filled with yummy asian ingredients. I got a Jap Chae bowl - always one to be the Sally - which I ordered with bacon infused black beans, roasted onions, berkshire pork, shitake mushrooms, and whipped tofu. If any of these ingredients sound weird or unsavory, then, child, you just have got to try it for yourself. The beans were like eating the best bacon you've ever had, the onions dissolved into pure flavor, the mushrooms were just spicy enough, and the whipped tofu cooled everything off perfectly. And the pork. Oh, the pork. I don't tend to eat a large amount of meat, but this is worth having. And having some more of. And more of. And then some more. This just melted as soon as you bit into it. Makes me wonder. Is David Chang in some sort of relationship? And if so, could I take her on? I mean, for this kind of food, I'd throw the bitch down.

And then we went to go see Harry Potter. And there's been enough written about that.

Another luverly day. And now, Leafy Cardi Update:

Oh, this thing is trying. I've ripped out the sleeve twice, and for some odd reason I can't visualize how I want this to look. I'm making changes to work for me and my curvylicous body type, but with those changes I have to make design changes, and I just can't see them. I finally just made the damn sleeve longer, and now I have to figure out what to do with the bottom half. I was thinking a wide rib, that increases in the knits part, with eyelets in the purls part, kinda like what Rebecca did with Josie. So I steal ideas. Sue me. Well, don't, please.

Later: I finished both sleeves, as written in the pattern, except longer. I think I'm going to do the i-cord edging while I try to figure out the bottom. Here, with no comments cause, well, I spent all day today vacuuming, swiffering, mopping, laundrying and taking care of a friend's cats-ing, are a few pix.

Enjoy!

Happy 6th!

Yeah, I know. A bit late. But who cares? Look at the pretty pictures!

You all know me as such the shrinking violet, so it probably comes as no surprise that once I found out that Bev's boyfriend, lives in a high-rise with a great view, I just rang her up and invited myself along to view some fireworks.

This is the view from the window, of the Brooklyn


And Manhattan bridges


I think I'm in love. Hey, can I move in? I like your parents. Your Dad's a great cook. I'm sure we'll all get along great! They'll love me!


Anyway, I love fireworks. Nothing else is much important, as long as I can see the pretty lights. I can be in a field, or by a lake, or in a high rise apartment building. I can be eating burnt hotdogs, fois gras, or egg custard pastries picked up in C town. I just love me the lights. Of course that fact that I started dating a high school boyfriend at a 4th of July celebration has nothing to do with it. Nothing at all....

But check out the prettiness!





And they had some cool shapes this year




And, of course, the ever popular Smiley Faces


See how close we are? They also had apples, and roses, and some other stuff. But I got all open mouthed agape and forgot I had a camera in my hands.

Thanks guys, you made my holiday.

Now you have teach me Cooking Mama, on the Wii thing. And we'll be all set.