The day

Big news: I cleaned my room!

Yes, it's true. And while you may not have been waiting to happen, I'm sure my kind roommate was. I took some photos, but it was still light out so the backlighting is kind of bad. I'll try to get some more romantic photos one of these nights.

Here is the 'closet,' which is mostly a useless hole in the wall filled with other people's crap. And shelves that prevent you from actually hanging anything, if, God forbid, that would be what you would want to use your closet for. As Lizzy Bennet says: "Shelves. In a closet. A happy thought indeed." The top box there is filled with knitting stuff. Seriously. That's all yarn & needles. Except the helmet.



Here is my bed, with the quilt my mom made me, and my current knitting and computer sitting atop.



We have a wood burning furnace in our room. Why a poolhouse was built with a wood burning furnace is beyond me.



Also, we're girls. Look at our shoes! (It's cute -- the reflectors on my rollerblades brightened from the flash.)



Last night, even though I forgot to take pictures (shame!), we had our first knitting circle meeting. Maia came and started knitting a leg warmer (out of Stitch 'n' Bitch 2), and Candace came for moral support (and brought me food from Google. They have great food. They had great polenta, and that's the only time I've ever even found polenta to be tolerable in my life).

So, I was working making a hat for Nathan. I saw this pattern while I was looking at the "Arrrrr-gyle" pattern on the blog, and fell in love with it. Here is the bottom ...



And here is what I have now.



When I was in the yarn store the other day, looking for apropriately dinosaur-like colors (that's another thing -- do they actually know what colors dinosaurs were? How?), a kind woman was helping me. While she was winding the hanks, we had a conversation.

Nice Lady: How old is the child you're making this for?
Me: Two.
Nice Lady: Were you in here last week?
Me: I don't think so.
Nice Lady: Oh, because we had another young mother in here who ...

I lost the rest of the sentence because SHE HAD JUST ASSUMED I WAS THE MOTHER OF A TWO-YEAR OLD!!!!! After my heart stopped racing and I came out of shock I informed her it was actually the child of my cousin, and not my own. I have never, never felt so old in my life.