Have I told you lately

Have I told you lately that my favorite color is lime green?

Trekking XXL, Hedera

Mish mash

On a random note, I love this corner of my bookshelf:

Louie, pictured on the far left, is trying to convince the Koigu from NYC for a hot date. So far negotiations have been unsucessful.

Bones for drawing reference, sock yarn with pattern, random beer bottle that amuses me, science and religion books (religion books obscured by beer and the Bible didn't fit in the frame), frog figurine that nobody gets but me, and a flower from a day of Pirating. This picture probably explains a lot about me.

If anybody has a superb pattern idea for the dark green silky wool under the large skull, I'd love to hear it. Right now I am thinking....colorwork.

Crumbs

While our for my nightly roam around the block for procastination purposes health and well being, I came across a single string on the sidewalk. It was dark, so I couldn't make out the color, but I could tell it was fingering weight. Intrigued, at first I tugged at it. There was no end in sight. I tugged a bit more, then walked for about five feet and reached down to give it another good tug. I mean, it has got to be attatched to something--lost mitten, teddy bear, secret doorway to an alternate universe, a knitting Hansel and Gretel, an angry groundhog? The possibilities are endless!

After convincing myself I really didn't need random sidewalk yarn (who knows where that sidewalk has been and isn't your stash large enough?), I walked on. But on my way back after giving my imagination time to stew about the exciting possibilities, I hunted down the loose end and started winding it around my fist. Given the possibility of satisfying my curiosity, I have a will with the strength of an over-cooked green bean from the school cafeteria.

Alas, I did not find anything attatched to the other end. When I put the yarn under the light, here is what I found.

An astonishingly purple/fuscia yarn. It's sort of squicky, so I'm pretty sure it's acrylic. I have no idea what I am going to do with it, but I collected a good amount of it and surely one of these days it will be good for something (diagnosis: packrat). Perhaps provisional cast on yarn?

Also, don't you think it's exciting I have figured out how to Photoshop my photos so my skin is no longer excessively yellow and jaundiced?

I got really excited last night when I thought I found another strand on the sidewalk a block away from where I found the original, but sadly it was only a stain on the sidewalk cleverly disguised as yarn.

WHAM CRUNCH

Somebody ran their car into my porch this morning and then ran away, leaving a small part of their bumper.



I reacted like the logical, rational person I am. I applied this order of operations:

1. Called landlord.
2. Took a picture for documentation purposes.
3. Applied Photoshop.

This amuses me entirely too much.

4. Applied knitting.

Second sleeve of my Must Have Cardigan, woo!

5. Applied steps 3 and 4 to blog.