Which is ironic really… *groan* *hack* *coughCOUGHcough* Ugh.
Health: Muggle creeping crud seems to be a lingering chest infection which is aggravating my asthma. No wonder I’ve been feeling so damn rotten. I have antibiotics and my inhaler at my side. Also, GRUMP. I hate being sick on top of being sick.
Link Soup: Just one – knitted stuff for swap/FKS + destash.
FKS Backstory: (for those new to it)
Way back in the Livejournal days I thought it would a fun thing to knit things specifically to give away. It’s a common knitterly urge. But since my family all live in California, there’s only so much wool I can push on them. So I started doing FKS (Free Knitted Stuff). The idea was I’d say “hey, who wants it?” and then people would get free stuff I’d knit. There was no swapping, no charging for postage, just me thinking generosity would be a fun thing.
And it was. At first. Fun enough to keep it going as I moved through the blogging evolutionary cycle. And then the annoyances started. Firstly, there were a handful of people who would only show up to get free stuff, claim it all and then disappear into the web-depths without a word. Which, ok, I guess. But it annoyed me. Then I made the rule that FKS came with a price: a thank you. Just a simple, thanks I got the package or thanks I like the knits or thanks today is Friday. Whatever. Simple enough, yes?
Then started the emails and comments asking when I was going to give away more stuff. Some people wanted a schedule so they could know and pounce first. After making it clear that it was totally random, the knitting factory crap started. The can-you-make-me-this, and the I-want-twelve-pairs-of-socks, and the I-asked-you-to-knit-me-something-why-did-you-refuse? People started placing orders against future FKS. This SUCKED. So I put a new rule up: swaps. I’ll give you whatever it is I’m willing to knit/give away but I get something in return.
This was actually really fun at the start. All the people just after freebies stopped bugging me. I would gladly knit someone something if I was able if they sent me something like yarn to knit something I wanted to knit for me. It made knitting fun again. As I knitter, I love to knit. Back then I’d knit socks or shawls or whatever for people and that was fun. I even got almost all the yarn for that Noro blanket through swaps with people. Which makes it that much more special. I look at it and think, “Bertha sent me yarn for this. And Missy. And Ashley. And Adriana offered to be my back up in case I was running short.” That is so awesome I don’t even have words for it. I think what happened there was that the freebie people just wanted free stuff and the swap people felt they’d had enough of my knitting and it was someone else’s turn.
I hasten to add that I don’t mind giving free stuff away. In fact, already three people have asked for the free knits/swaps I posted this week and I know these people well. They’re friends. They’ve gotten FKS before AND they’ve swapped before. They tell me how much they love the stuff they’ve gotten out of it, how they wear it all the time. That is awesome. And that is why I thought I’d give FKS/knit swapping one last chance. I really want this stuff to find a home and people who love to wear it. But maybe things have changed and there’s the push back to getting something for nothing.
A lot of work goes into knitting. One of those shawls I designed. This is something I do that goes deep. I don’t think it’s unfair to ask for more yarn in exchange so I can knit some more. You know?
So I’ll say it again, if you want something on that page linked above, by all means ask! There’s fluidity there – that’s the beauty of the barter system. You get nifty knitted stuff. I (hopefully) get nifty stuff in return. Win-win.
Let me just add here that I’m really annoyed that Amazon UK doesn’t have giftable Kindle books. Because Kindle books would be an awesome swap. (Apparently the way to do it is to give a gift certificate. Which is kind of a roundabout way to do things but it works.)
Gamine en Turquoise. Yarn: A Tree Hugger’s Wife Soft Sock in Phoe’s Turquoise, 6 skeins held double. (Having friends who are dyers = awesome.)
This pattern is great. Well written, the cable and lace pattern works well, the neckline is a thing of beauty and the color is awesome. But…
*accidental snap while trying to move around*
Hrmf. The sweater is too short. Reblocking won’t help. I don’t have enough yarn to do a cut and knit thing. So long shirt underneath it is. Long waisted knitters contemplating this sweater: add an inch or three to the length.
Puffy hexes! After suffering hex burnout, I am knitting half a hex a day. This way I might actually get somewhere near the 400-ish needed hexes at some point this decade.
Maluka Shawl which I keep calling Manuka. In Sundara Sock. One day I will get my hands on more than just a single skein of that. Doesn’t a sock yarn Clapotis in Sundara Sock sound nice?
Frog In A Trench Coat. First sleeve done. And will be immediately frogged and reknit in a size up. Thank goodness I didn’t knit the steeked body first.
- My Last Blind Date by Susan Hatler – short and sweet. Perfect lunch reading.
- Thicker Than Water (Briar Creek Vampires #2) – unintentionally hilarious/annoying. This book was really dire which is a shame since book 1 wasn’t that bad. I will read book 3 though because the plot is a good one. The MC is just idiotic.
Tried to read and failed:
- Savor by Megan Duncan – the sample was interesting but then it just turned into The Princess Diaries (except she becomes a vampire princess) and not in a good way.
- Evernight by Claudia Gray. – the 3am Twitter rant might have given some of you an inkling of my rage at this book. To sum up:
1. first person MC narration. For the first handful of chapters, life happens at this boarding school. Ok. Until suddenly she sucks someone’s neck. Which, ok. Maybe she’s just turned or something? Or you know, there’s a reason that she is all of a sudden different from the girl we’ve been learning about? Nope. Turns out that she’s been a vampire the whole time, drinking blood for breakfast. And the whole school is full of vamps and she’s omitted the details of her plasma diet for several chapters. No. That’s lying. And you cannot lie. It breaks the contract a writer makes with readers. And then I throw the book across the room. It’s in the contract.
2. Abusive, controlling teen relationships are not sexy, alluring, attractive or remotely anything like “true love” – SERIOUSLY.
3. Abusive, controlling boy has *seriously* betrayed her trust, lied by omission like whoa, murdered another student, tried to kill her parents and then she runs away with him because get this – he tells her he loves her? *headdesk* Nononononono. Let’s add in that she’s 16 or 17 and he’s a vampire hunter and since I’ve read the second book in this series, I know they wind up at vampire hunter central where they try to KILL HER. There are so many things wrong with this idea of “love”. Raaaaaage.
Watching: Rugby. Old episodes of Top Gear on Netflix Instant. And Scooby Doo. Hey, I like the show. Monkees videos on Youtube. RIP Davy Jones.