Beverly was visiting Chicago last weekend and got to spend some time at the Art Institute Museum (I am SO JEALOUS that’s one of my favorite museums in the entire world). She discovered a wonderful lesser-known Van Gogh painting and has created a new really cool meme about our favorite paintings.

This is the bad part about being an art major: I know a lot about art but I don’t know what I like. Because, to me, I can’t always just view things as “good” or “bad” I have to analyze the shit out of something then end up having ambiguous feelings about it. This seems to be the dilemma for most Democrats these days - complete overanalysis of a situation instead of towing the knee jerk reactionary party line. May the gods help those who think too much it seems.

So to get this narrowed down a bit I decided to limit myself to my favorite black and white line drawings or etchings. And, not-surprisingly considering my whole obsession with women in art, they’re primarily line drawings and etchings of the female form. Not exactly idealized forms, but reflections on how women are seen, by the artist, by society, by themselves. Because that’s an issue I’ve been studying for a very long time.

And I’ll try not to write a dissertation on the images, just say what I like about them. So here goes.

from the 1946-47 Femme Maison series, Louise Bourgeois
Women and houses. Female form and domesticity. Caregiver, birthgiver, home. Inexorably linked no matter what kind of advances are made in feminism and the roles of women in society. I knew a woman in college that had this tattooed on the lower right side of her back. She modelled for one of my painting classes. If she hadn’t already had this tattoed I might have come up with it myself. Unfortunately I’d just be a big copycat now.

Le Violon D’ingres, Man Ray
Technically not a line drawing but it’s in black and white anyway. A woman as an object, an instrument. An instument with lines that many regard as beautiful. But an object. I know a woman who wanted to have the f-holes of a violin tattooed just like this photograph. Also brilliant and something I wish I’d thought of first. Yes, all of my art history training is filtered through nudes and the memory of tattoos. No not really.

Femme - Picasso.
The best example that shows the simplicity derived from years of visual training. Four lines. And you know what it is. The stance and everything. I totally want this tattoed on my…ok just kidding.

Sorrow sketch, Van Gogh
One of the saddest drawings I’ve ever seen. That’s what gets me about Vincent - he was the most melancholy frustrated little guy but could see and reflect beauty in nature like no one else. His portraits and self-portraits are always at least a bit sad. But his reflections of nature are always beautiful.

The Mulberry Tree, Van Gogh
This is from one of my other favorite museums in the world, the Norton Simon in Pasadena. Doesn’t it look like its on fire?

Study of female form for scupltures, Henry Moore
I’ve been a fan of Henry Moore for a long time. Luckily I saw a wonderful exhibition of Moore’s work at the Art Gallery of New South Wales in 1992 and got to enjoy a lot of his 2-d work in person. Among them was this great etching. A few years later I managed to find and save up for a licensed lithograph of the same piece at a consignment gallery in Santa Fe.

These are two more of my favorite etchings by Moore.

The sculptor’s hands

Sheep
As someone who lived most of his life in the English countryside, this guy drew and sculpted a lot of sheep. I’d never had any contact with them before. After seeing this exhibit and spending some time on sheep farms in Australia I learned more about them. Now that I actually spin and knit with wool it makes me think of his sheep drawings again.

So those are a few of my favorite images anyway.

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Hello!

Just a quick post because I want to go work on my second cabled sock. But I was planning on adding this to my Etsy shop and wanted to give you guys a chance to reserve it.

This is probably the last of my March pink/red project spectrum items. Oddly, I never got my planned project spectrum projects going. But I made a bunch I hadn’t planned. So this is a pink superwash merino spun randomly with white tencel. Meaning it’s washable and will not felt. And shiny

notice: zee yarn has now been sold!

With a complete lack of creativity I’m calling it Frosted Pink Lipstick. Cody wanted to call it Earthworm Primavera. Don’t worry he got the geeeeroooooss look.

It’s bulky to superbulky in weight
330.24 yards
30.00 US Dollars plus 4.00 shipping (shipping only if you’re not in my knitting group, of course)
Leave a comment if you want to grab it first! I’ll wait until Friday to put it in the shop.

Speaking of my knitting group, we had a great surprise party for Jamie’s birthday at Seasons last night. She loved the super secret yarn I made in her favorite colors Ramona took some great photos that really capture the fun and overall bawdy mood (even without any dancing nekkid men). You still have a little time to go wish her a happy birthday. She’s a great, smart, hyper, hilarious, friendly woman who could get the earth to turn backwards if she thought it should. I’m very, very glad to have met her and so thankful she started the Stitch n Bitch here last year. Without her I never would’ve met all these amazing women that are good at prying me out of the house even when I feel grumpy and hermitlike. Which can be pretty often.

Ok, off to knit on the cabled sock.

I think this is the fourth “four-themed” meme I’ve done. But it was fun and quick to do. I’ve seen this one all over the place.

Four jobs I’ve had:
1. Asst Editor, Electronic Media Editor, Woman Santa Fe Magazine
2. Coffee Cart Barrista, Canyon Road, Santa Fe
3. CS for whole, term, variable, and single premium life insurance policies, John Hancock
4. Disc Jockey, On Air Personality, News Asst Producer for 91.1 FM - a jazz station and saturday morning (pre-grunge) alternative programming in Birmingham

Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. Topsy Turvy
2. Gosford Park
3. Cold Comfort Farm
4. The Philadelphia Story

Four places I’ve lived:
1. Birmingham, Alabama
2. Manly Beach & downtown Sydney, NSW, Australia
3. Yon Sei University International Student Dorms, Seoul, Korea
4. Santa Fe, New Mexico

Four TV shows I love:
1. Monk
2. Huff
3. Will and Grace
4. My Name is Earl (with irony dammit)

Four places I’ve vacationed:
1. Uluru (Ayer’s Rock), Northern Territory, Australia
2. Kyong-ju, Korea
3. Kyoto, Japan
4. Florence, Italy

Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Cody’s Green Chile Cheeseburger Egg Rolls
2. Fessenjoon - Pomegranate Walnut Chicken Stew
3. Spider Rolls - tempura soft shell crab in a sushi roll
4. Muffaletta sandwiches - various spicy deli meats on slices of Italian bread spread with an olive tapenade. Beautiful.

Four sites I visit daily:
1. Bloglines
2. Flickr
3. Craftster
4. Salon.com

Four places I would rather be right now:
Honestly I can’t think of any. I mean, I’d like to visit a quiet beach sometime and stick my feet in the sand. Or visit Italy again. But I’m pretty happy where I am. I would like where I am to be cleaner, more organized, and have a nicer yard but that’s a different deal.

You may have noticed that I’ve changed the default layout for the site again. To the “Cotton Candy” design, which I also fixed up a bit. It seemed like it needed a little love. If you’d like to change to the default design just click here. Be sure to hold your ctrl key and click the refresh or reload button to be sure it’s the right one. Or feel free to change to whatever layout you like using the gallery.

I also fixed the problems the “Neapolitan” skin was having in Inernet Explorer. Or I think I have. I’ve checked the skins in Mozilla, Firefox, Opera, and IE. I haven’t gotten screenshots from the Safari generator so who knows what that looks like. I’ve also finally fixed the links list. In the links section of the sidebar there’s a “blogrolls” form button. Click on it and you’ll get a matching popup list of some of my bloglines - yeah I have a LOT of bloglines subs.

Here’s an example that matches the new default skin:

I have not figured out what’s going on with the “remember me” cookie function in the comments section. I think I’ll have to go in and tinker with the headers in all the skins to have this work universally. I also haven’t checked to see if there’s a new version of Movable Type that may have fixed this. However, if you log in using a (free) Typekey account, it does seem to remember you that way. And it will work in all capable versions of Movable Type as well as all Typepad websites. But I’ll get this remember function fixed someday. I know it’s a pain.

I feel somewhat ashamed that I work harder fixing other people’s sites than my own. Seems to be a sort of “cobbler’s children having no shoes” type of situation. But I’m trying a little on mine anyway.

In related shoe news, Cody and I braved it over to the Coronado Mall yesterday and I had some fun visiting the Torrid store. It’s always interesting to see the stuff in person as opposed to the online store. This shirt is much better looking in person. It looks like barf on the site though. This, while it looks cool on the site looks like cheapo trash in person. And I’d been wavering back and forth on getting this shirt online but wasn’t sure. Then saw it in person and really wasn’t sure. But when I tried it on I couldn’t believe how flattering it actually was. Particularly since it’s fitted in the belly area, which usually means very bad things. But the panel down the middle with ruching on the side looks really good!

So I got a few things and got a chance to use up one of those “ten punches for 15% off” cards. Which was nice. And we found a shoe store across the hall from the Torrid which seems to be closing and has DOC MARTENS ON SALE! Cody finally found two pairs that were comfortable enough for him. Is it strange I find him sexier wearing them? And I got a cute pair that’s pretty close to what I wanted. For twenty bucks. Let me say that again: Doc Martens for 20 bucks.

In beverage news (ha) there’s a Boba Tea Company in the mall now. Of course this is the mall that’s clear across town from our house, not the one that’s just down the hill. We still have to cross the river and I-25 to get to Bubble Tea. But isn’t that weird? Bubble Tea in a mall. And I got to use another one of those “ten punches for a free smoothie” cards at Keva Juice. Go me being a conscientious consumer.

We never did get to Trader Joe’s. Maybe next week? We did get to the regular grocery store though so I’ll get to eat this week yay.

I’m really proud of this stuff. It’s the craziest yarn I’ve ever spun ever. Clearly I’ve been taking a stab at the freestyle spinning in the style of Pluckyfluff, Material Whirled, Insubordiknit to name just a few.

It’s called Drag Queen Grover. I was talking about it the other day and the photos really don’t do it justice. I spun some Merino that was dyed varying shades of blue thick and thin style, spun randomly (using my hell’s angel hair method) with some locks of fluffy mohair that was also in varying shades of blue. Then I strung a bunch of iridescent acrylic beads onto clear nylon thread and plied the thick and thin yarn with the thread. It created a sort of boucle looking effect. With occasional beads. And sometimes I twisted several beads together creating a little necklace hanging off. Crazy stuff. Looks like a muppet in drag. And it’s blue like Grover so…Grover in drag.

I hope I don’t get sued by the Sesame Street people. There’s an extrordinary amount of this yarn considering it’s a novelty freestyle type yarn: 160 yards. More than twice what you usually see for sale. Beverly thinks it would make a HELL of a One Skein Wonder

This stuff is just nutty. The mohair is really soft and fluffy as is the merino. The beads make cool clicky sounds. It’s not nearly as tangled as it seems in the photos. The sun was at a very odd angle when I took these.

Anyway, I’m planning on selling this for seventy bucks. But wait! If you buy in the next ten minutes (ok not really I’ll be offering this the whole time) I’ll throw in these two matching sample skeins!

The one on the left is a fifteen yard skein is a single ply spun from just the blue mohair locks. The one on the right fifteen yards and is the mohair spun with random locks THEN plied with the singly ply of the mohair locks. So that’s 30 yards of matching yarn IN ADDITION to the 160 yards of the beaded stuff. Possible material for the cuffs of the OSW? You decide!

All that for the low low price of 70 US dollars plus four dollars shipping! I’ll be posting it on the Etsy site on Monday so let me know in the comments if you want to buy it first!

I seem to have been in a blue mood lately because I also took four commercial yarns in varying shades of blue and plied them together to create a really cool super super bulky yarn.

This yarn has one strand each of: imported electric blue brushed mohair, slatey prussian blue brushed merino, teal brushed suri alpaca, and baby blue plied cotton (leftover from my ballet t). It will continue to fluff out over time creating a really interesting depth of colors as they all fluff and blend together. It’s just under 50 (49.88 to be exact) yards. Using much larger needles, like 35s and 50s, this would create a great scarf.

I’m calling it Extreeeeeeme Blue. Yes, that’s a Harold and Kumar reference. I’m a dork. I’ll be putting that up in the Etsy shop as well selling it for 25 US dollars plus 4 dollars shipping. So let me know if you want to snag it first!

So, with my silly sales pitches overwith I’ll show off the Marilyn sweater that Scout got from Anna for me. Thank you Anna!

It’s really nice isn’t it? And I got Cody to take a photo of both my hands at the same time wearing the armwarmer things!

Before

(That shirt says Leeroy Jenkins Whelp Training Academy - as in Leeeeroy Jeeeeenkins. I stole it from Cody. Well, he wears my free to stitch free to bitch and craft pirate shirts)

After

Think there are enough photos in this post? I’m not sure. Oh, and I finished the first sock of what I’m calling the “Ironic Cabled Socks” and I’m well into the second one. And I’ve finished spinning a good amount of some pink superwash and white tencel blend. Not quite as funky as Drag Queen Grover up there but pretty nice.

Ok I feel all caught up now I’m going to go do some sock knitting.

I had a HUGE post with lots of different subjects but now I think I’m going to break it up into a few different posts.

I’ve been watching a few movies related to the Vietnam War that I haven’t seen before. Or more accurately, I’ve been watching movies related to the various aftereffects of the war. Watched The Killing Fields a few weeks ago. This week I saw The Deer Hunter (all I can say about that one is..damn) and Coming Home. Also Orson Welles’ The Lady from Shanghai with Rita Hayworth, a made for tv movie called Hell on Heels about the big Mary Kay vs Beauti Control direct cosmetics sales battle, as well as a slow and mostly useless pretentious little flick called The Myth of Fingerprints that seems to come from the school of late nineties dull indie dramedy underusing the talent of really good actors in a way that’s supposed to be Altman style subtlety but is really just boring. Same school as a movie I saw a few weeks ago called The Secret Lives of Dentists. I also saw that godawful remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, although I wasn’t really a fan of the original. Now the sequel to the original rocked in a great gory campy surreal kind of way. Anything with the Cramps in the soundrack and Dennis Hopper in the cast is alright by me. I also rewatched On Golden Pond and Motel Hell.

It’s been an ecclectic week. Hey, what else am I going to do while I knit and spin?

The one that keeps coming back to me is The Deer Hunter. There are layers to that movie that I’ll be thinking about for a while. I’ve been thinking about John Cazale. Fredo, Sal. He was dying when they were filming The Deer Hunter. He was engaged to Meryl Streep, this was her first major role. Crazy. Christopher Walken was unbelievable in this. I remember watching Walken in that weird 80s movie Brainstorm when I was in junior high I think. But this. This. Damn.

This week I plan to watch Heaven’s Gate. Cody jokes about how I should just poke myself in the knee with a knitting needle over and over instead, it would cause less pain. This from the Mst afficionado.

I totally overslept for my Saturday knitting group. I was busy having a freaky dream about my car breaking down and being stuck on an old family compound which was inhabited by ten really hot Italian brothers (as in related to each other, not of the cloth) who were all vying for my hand and heart with their studly bodies and smoky eyes. I thought one of them was secretly in love with my sister because I saw her photo on the wall. She’d had her wedding there or something. But I kept thinking one of them harbored a crush on her. I was in love with the strange little artistic brother they kept hidden away in one of the remote houses where he stayed and made his beautiful little miniature art projects. Ya know, this wasn’t even one of the strangest dreams I’ve had this week. But it was certainly the most fun. Reminded me of the one I had about shopping for leather pants with Edward Norton. Let me tell you, that guy looks good in leather pants. Or at least he did in my dream. These are the rare times when my brain is a fun place to be.

My dreams are more vivid than they’ve been in years. Which I’m not sure is a good thing considering vivid dreams were a part of my recent diagnosis. Which I’m still supposed to write about. The good part is I don’t get “stuck” in the dreams in the same way I used to since I’ve been on the Trileptal.

So the first item on our big list for the day was missed. Part two was shoe shopping. We both need shoes. Mr. Man needed a new pair of black business casual shoes for work. He’s been wearing the same pair since early 2001. They were such good shoes that no others can live up to their standard. We’ve considered just getting these resoled and after today’s progress we still might. Not sure what he’ll wear in the meantime though. We came *this close* to buying some black Dr Martens for him but in the end he thought they pinched in at his toes too much. It’s better he decided that before we bought them. We did get some good brown hiking type shoes for him, which was the other kind he needed.

For me it took trips to both the Shoes on a Shoestring stores and some other place I can’t remember where he got his brown shoes and I still haven’t found a pair that I a) like and b) think are cheap enough for me to feel comfortable buying. Although I did see some kickass black biker boots in the men’s section but they didn’t have my size.

Somewhere somehow I have gotten to a place where spending over forty dollars on shoes has become too much. I’d love to tell the person I was ten years about this because she would laugh and laugh. The problem is I’m after something somewhat specific: mary jane type shoes - could be a clog or have an open back but the toe must be closed. My toes are yucky. I’m not a pedicure kind of girl. I’m wanting a much less bulbous toe than I usually get - very slighly pointier but still not like put your eye out pointy I hate those. See it’s all in my head! Gah! And I need brown. Brown shoes. Because I’ve been buying a lot of brown things lately. Chocolate brown and pink. And the only brown shoes I have are these fabulous ankle boots which look great with pants but soon it will not be boot weather and I want little mary jane clog thingies. But closer to the ground than clogs. Baby clogs. Clogs light.

So I found these great shoes. They are pretty much exactly what I want. Brown with little subtle pink flowery accents and everything. Not. On. Sale. Like 109 dollars. For cute little brownish pinky clogy shoes? At a discount shoe store? Nuh uh. If I’m spending that much on shoes I’ll be buying that in a really good brand from a store where I have to ask the guy to go get them. If I have to find the size myself I’m not spending over forty bucks. Fifty at the absolute most. Ok, sixty but that’s the absolute top. One hundred and nine is completely unacceptable.

I know a lot of you Manolo people are like “Man that’s chump change” but I’m not a Manolo girl. I don’t like dainty shoes, I like to feel the earth beneath me and not worry that a strap is suddenly going to break and I will come crashing to the earth. I have to concentrate enough on walking with plain old normal shoes. The best shoes I’ve ever worn in my entire life are my Doc Martens (any of them) and my black Chuck low tops. And this resurgence of kitten and wedge heels (not to mention the old school wooden hooker Candies shoes) make my ankles hurt and my stomach bile slowly rise in anticipation of the horrors that would happen if I tried walking more than twenty paces in them.

So I’m very happy for the Manolo fans out there who love their expensive strappy shoes. More power to ya (and definitely your arches and ankles) but I’m just not in your shoe strata. As one of the highly coiffed and be-makeuped ladies kept saying as she was trying on some (apparently wide) sky high strappy shoes at the Shoes on a Shoestring store: “these are for flintstones feet!” I have flintstones feet. I actually murmured that after the fourth time she squawked what she seemed to think was a really witty thing to say. Then the gaggle of these OC housewife wannabes stumbled and tripped in their scary tall shoes over to a different part of the store.

So, three shoe stores and we have one pair of shoes to show for it. And they’re not even for ME!

After shoestore number one we needed coffee. My sunglasses had broken and I wanted to stop by the Avenue next to the Starbucks (yeah we’re big westside chain whores blah blah) and get some. The Avenue also has shoes so I thought that would be convenient. We also wanted to see if there were any more corduroy pants like the ones I’d gotten over Christmas because I love these pants and they seem to have gotten stained or something in the wash, or the texture dried strangely in the dryer. Hopefully that was just a weird detergent or dryer thing and I can fix it. So there was lots of clearance rack scouting. As usual I accumulated a huge pile of clothes to try on. In the end I came out with two cotton fishnet sweater thingies off the clearance rack. And sunglasses. Not having a lot of luck today.

Then we were supposed to FINALLY get to the new Trader Joe’s. And I was going to call Scout and meet her so we could do odd organic TJ shopping together while Cody hid in a corner. He’s scared of hippies ya know. Ok not really. We made it to the parking lot at 8:45. Guess when they close? Yep. 9. I know Ms. Scout goes to bed pretty early anyway so we decided to just go eat dinner. We went to TGiFridays because I like their Jack sauce stuff. Yes it was another chain on the Westside why do you ask?

A lot of driving. A lot of stores. Oh, we went to the pet store (yeah, the Petsmart chain) for a new retractable leash as well. So that’s two sweaters, a pair of men’s shoes, a leash, and a pair of sunglasses. That’s all we have to show for it.

Tomorrow? We’ll be hitting Torrid and Trader Joe’s. Dammit.

So today is the seventh anniversary of marrying Cody. I can’t believe that part but what I really can’t believe is this summer we’ll have been together nine years. NINE. One two three four five six seven eight NINE YEARS.

Eight and three-quarter years ago on a summer day I met this blind date in the garden dining area of Harry’s Roadhouse. This date was a big deal because he was the first blind date from out of town that was willing to drive up to Santa Fe. I hadn’t seen him and the only photo of me that he’d seen was a pretentious black and white of me looking wan and goth taken by Will (who you can see smiling away at us in the above photo) during a trip to Rome. I was running late. Of course. I asked the girl at the counter if a tall guy with dark hair was waiting for someone. He was out back.

I was wearing oversized black overalls and a white t shirt sporting lots of wet reddish brownish hair on my head. I was thinner then. We both were. Not skinny by any means but definitely thinner than we are now. I’d brought my sketchbook with the nude self-portraits I’d started drawing recently. It didn’t occur to me at the time what an oddly forward thing this was. It was my art. What I’d been studying in school. I’d been doing nudes for years it really didn’t seem like that weird a thing anymore. The job I had at the time was allegedly being the assistant editor and head electronic editor for Woman Santa Fe Magazine (but had really turned out to be advertising salesperson and parttime worker for the magazine owners’ juice company) was in a slow decline.

This guy was tall with a big poof of dark hair, somehat thin for very large big frame, and big kind blue eyes behind huge geeky glasses. He spoke softly but with a deep voice if that makes any sense. I kept having to lean in to hear what he was saying. He commented that he liked that I was really paying attention. He was sweet and was very polite about my sketchbook full of odd drawings and collages.

When we finished eating we went to the parking lot and compared who had a messier car. I think I won but just because my car was a four door and his was only two. He followed me to my place. (Yeah, I hear you, STUPID STUPID Girl! Taking a stranger to your place STUPID). In my defense, my friend Jocelyn had his number. She had my number. I had lots of neighbors. And he was a nice gentle guy. I knew that. I pride myself on my ability to bead in on personalities fairly quickly. And to be honest there have only been a few surprises.

He met my kitties. Love me, love my cats. Melon had a favorite toy at the time that was a neat wand fishing pole thing made of plastic tubing with thick plastic wire with a big feather on the end. We hung out on the sofa and played with my cats. I was totally happy. He was worried that he was being dull. We went downtown to the new (at the time) location of the Atomic Cafe, got some iced coffee and sat by the fountain. We walked by some art galleries and argued about abstract art. He was a strict photorealistic watercolor guy that admittedly knew little about art but knew what he liked. It was a strictly intellectual argument, not personal. And kind of fun to have a male intellectual equal. We went back to my apartment.

And talked and played on my computer all night. We kissed exactly once. Then we went to breakfast at Tecolote. He had to be back in Albuquerque later that morning so he left.

That night he came back up to Santa Fe. I cooked pasta. He brought his acoustic guitar. There was a moment while I was cooking and he was sitting at the table tuning his guitar and it was like home. That was it. He sang “Romeo and Juliet” to me. That was really it. We’ve been together ever since.

Seven years ago we had a very fancy wedding in Santa Fe. A big to do at the Loretto Chapel and La Fonda’s la terrazza ballroom. We’d already bought our house the fall before. And after living together since the summer we met we knew what we were getting into. By living together you get a pretty good idea of the person you’re marrying. But I also believe that living together and being married are distinctly separate experiences. Which is why I believe strongly that everyone should have the option to do either if they want to.

We didn’t do much yesterday. Slept late, took a shower, and went out to dinner with his parents. Got coffee on the way home. And it was fun. We haven’t really taken an official “romantic trip” together since our honeymoon in New Orleans. To us daily life is the romance. I married a guy I’m happy to just run errands and watch television with. To talk to every day. Because to be frank sex and romance are nice but the most time in a relationship with a guy is the dull tedious stuff. Might as well be someone you have fun doing the little things with. Trips to the grocery store are fun because we’re together. We’re happy to eat delivered pizza, sushi at Ichiban, or just pick up some Bubble tea and take Winter to the dog park. And even after seven years of daily married living we’re still happy to wake up to see the other’s face. And amazingly still haven’t run out of things to talk about.

You’re going to love this. Seriously this thing rawks. Remember when I talked about that crazy light-sensitive yarn? Well, I knit a fun set of armwarmers and had just enough yarn leftover for a neckwarmer / headband thing. So here they are in natural light.

Sure they’re funky and slubby and soft with some cool pink fuzzy stripes. But wait! Can you see the little clear beads? There are a few in that photo. Hmm let me show them again!

Can you see them now? Yeah! They have color now because they change colors in the sun. The yarn is also plied with this tiny little string that’s white in natural light and turns a subtle pink in the sun too. And the fuzzy stuff in the pink parts. It glows in the dark. This yarn is seriously bad ass.

Here’s the neckwarmer / headband.

And a couple of pretentious art school poses.

Hey, do you know how hard it is to take a photo of your arm and head at the same time?

Remember how I have a busy street and a bunch of construction just on the other side of my backyard wall? Imagine the kind of looks I get when I do little photo sessions like this. Yes. Sometimes they honk.

I think they just particularly liked my extremely old black leather clogs / pink and blue argyle happy bunny pajama bottoms / red shelf bra tank / shizniftle punky glam armwarmer and headband ensemble today.

And yes! I will post a pattern for this! Very soon! Now go worship Reenie (and Angela too!) for making this unbelievable yarn possible. Buy some yarn! Because, amazingly, I’m still doing pretty well on this yarn diet thing but I think someone should buy it so why not you?