Mmmmmmm.... Be the mohair, be the mohair
You are Mohair.
You are a warm and fuzzy type who works well with
others, doing your share without being too
weighty. You can be stubborn and absolutely
refuse to change your position once it is set,
but that's okay since you are good at covering
up your mistakes.
What kind of yarn are you?
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It's kind of spooky how Mohair I really am. Perhaps this is a sign to get off my butt and work up the Grey Mohair. It sits in my stash, waiting patiently for me to find the right pattern and stitch combination. Soon, my love, soon.
This week feels extra weird. I think it may be that my hours at work have changed a little this week. Or I've been staring at the computer for 7.5 hours straight. Or the space-time continuum is warping and will snap back so hard it'll fling me right off this planet, Donnie Darko-style (you don't know--it could be happening right now). I'm pretty happy that tomorrow is a 9-5 day (sometimes I work 12:30-9pm) and that I don't work over the weekend. Joy is in the little things, my dear.
Joy is also, apparently, in ripping out the baby blanket that one is making for the baby due in November.
It looked really nice, except... I got about 18 rows into the blanket when I noticed for the first time last night that the sides were warping (much like the space-time continuum) and there was nothing to be done but to rip it out and start over (dammit!). So, I took a few deep breaths and a few pulls from the Michelob AmberBock and began to rip. it. all. out.
I have come to terms with the blanket. I realized that I was asking something of the blanket which it did not want to do. Instead of being worked in rows, it wants to be worked in rounds, thus:
So, I have become one with the blanket and am blissed-out pretty hardcore (that phrase probably shouldn't exist, but does, thanks to my bizarre little brain) because I have worked this particular pattern before. So I know how it all turns out in the end. And I can freak out slightly less now. Zennnnnnn...
Joy also exists in getting a new kitty, as my good friends Margaret & Wade did last night. Their new fur child came home last night, is a beautiful grey calico/tortoise-shell girl kitty (9 months old) who likes to lick Margaret's eyelid and is named Sabaka. It means "dog" in Russian. My friends are funny that way.
Joy is also in joining a
You are Mohair.
You are a warm and fuzzy type who works well with
others, doing your share without being too
weighty. You can be stubborn and absolutely
refuse to change your position once it is set,
but that's okay since you are good at covering
up your mistakes.
What kind of yarn are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
It's kind of spooky how Mohair I really am. Perhaps this is a sign to get off my butt and work up the Grey Mohair. It sits in my stash, waiting patiently for me to find the right pattern and stitch combination. Soon, my love, soon.
This week feels extra weird. I think it may be that my hours at work have changed a little this week. Or I've been staring at the computer for 7.5 hours straight. Or the space-time continuum is warping and will snap back so hard it'll fling me right off this planet, Donnie Darko-style (you don't know--it could be happening right now). I'm pretty happy that tomorrow is a 9-5 day (sometimes I work 12:30-9pm) and that I don't work over the weekend. Joy is in the little things, my dear.
Joy is also, apparently, in ripping out the baby blanket that one is making for the baby due in November.
It looked really nice, except... I got about 18 rows into the blanket when I noticed for the first time last night that the sides were warping (much like the space-time continuum) and there was nothing to be done but to rip it out and start over (dammit!). So, I took a few deep breaths and a few pulls from the Michelob AmberBock and began to rip. it. all. out.
I have come to terms with the blanket. I realized that I was asking something of the blanket which it did not want to do. Instead of being worked in rows, it wants to be worked in rounds, thus:
So, I have become one with the blanket and am blissed-out pretty hardcore (that phrase probably shouldn't exist, but does, thanks to my bizarre little brain) because I have worked this particular pattern before. So I know how it all turns out in the end. And I can freak out slightly less now. Zennnnnnn...
Joy also exists in getting a new kitty, as my good friends Margaret & Wade did last night. Their new fur child came home last night, is a beautiful grey calico/tortoise-shell girl kitty (9 months old) who likes to lick Margaret's eyelid and is named Sabaka. It means "dog" in Russian. My friends are funny that way.
Joy is also in joining a
set up by Cara (Hooray!). I'm all excited, as this is my first group crochet/knit-along. Scarves are pretty much always my go-to project when I need a break from whatever larger UFO I'm working at the moment. Scarves are good people.
There, I've found joy in four things today (well, two, if you don't count the sarcastic finding of joy). That's more than average (is there an average?) and I'm going to celebrate with malt liquor. Give it up for King Cobra.
There, I've found joy in four things today (well, two, if you don't count the sarcastic finding of joy). That's more than average (is there an average?) and I'm going to celebrate with malt liquor. Give it up for King Cobra.
6 comments:
Awww, I'm dishcloth cotton! That just sounds so horrible! :P
You are Dishcloth Cotton.
You are a very hard worker, most at home when you're at home. You are thrifty and seemingly born to clean. You are considered to be a Plain Jane, but you are too practical to notice.
But discloth cotton is so useful and necessary! Those really aren't helpful and comforting adjectives, are they? Darn.
*snork*
Yeah, I feel SO much better now. :P Actually, the line about being most at home when I'm at home really is spot on. It's too bad that domesticity isn't shinier or more glamourous. :D
Maybe I should wear diamonds & sequins to do the dishes...
I took the quiz and I am shetland wool:
You are Shetland Wool. You are a traditional sort who can sometimes be a little on the harsh side. Though you look delicate you are tough as nails and prone to intricacies. Despite your acerbic ways you are widely respected and even revered.
Traditional, delicate, acerbic, and widely respected? I had no idea.
Didn't you know, Margaret? There's a shrine to you somewhere around DeKalb. You are revered hardcore.
love your blog.I grew up in sycamore,husband attended NI,I liv i ms. so your blog has special meaning to me. I love to crochet too. keep up the good work.
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