February 1, 2006
It’s happened. Like the girl who discovers peppermint schnapps in the basement of the Rosenblums’ house during her first keg party, I’m a wreck. Last night I watched an episode of Bravo’s Project Runway.
I have to tell you, I could not stop, from the minute that Teutonic freak-of-nature host, Heidi Klum, waltzed out and chirped, “Welcome to the runway.” Unlike other reality shows, Project Runway makes its contestants do something other than see who can stand on a post in the lagoon for the longest time. Watching them scramble around to concoct SOMEthing, before the evil Tim Gunn comes in and shuts them down, is just the best edge-of-your-seat viewing. When Heidi from Sardis, Alabama, lost in the first round, I was boohooing like a drunk fifteen-year-old. Never mind that her muslin dress had too much trim–it was a triumph of the human spirit when she bid farewell to the other contestants in her fabulous accent: “Y’all make awesome stuff!” Peace on, girl!
I’m loading up the TiVo, hon, for a nice long catch-up ride. In the MDK Guide to Must-See TV, we give Project Runway three stars.
Knitting from the Book
In other remarkable news, it appears that for the second time in a row, I’m going to be knitting for my own fambly. First, Hubbo tolerantly agrees to wear a handknit. Now, in a shocking rejection of Polarfleece as the one true fabric, Clif is agitating for a sweater. A handknit sweater, even though he thinks that sweaters have “holes” and don’t keep him very warm. A sweater that is made by ME.
I think he’s being supportive, or something. He has taken the Mason-Dixon book to Sharing twice now, and he seems to want to participate. He picked the most six-year-old-friendly thing in the book:
The dragon jean jacket designed by Cristina “Listen to the Materials” Shiffman. He loves this thing. But Clif wants it to be “all knitted,” which means I get to adapt Cristina’s dragon to a sweater. Which, basically, defeats the whole purpose of the dragon jean jacket which is to knit something cute without having to knit all that much.
It is shaping up like this:
I realize that I am able to buy only yarn that is heathered, flecked, tweedy, or otherwise not one color. I tried, I really did, to buy a bright red yarn that Clif thought would look like “burning fire.” But I couldn’t, once I saw this Garnstudio Silke-Tweed. The blues and greens howled at me as I walked by.
It’ll be a sea dragon, OK? He’ll breathe fire and everything–underwater, thassall.
PS Taking a stroll through Kroger, the grocery store where I can buy ham and a microwave oven and concert tickets and oil filters for my car, I came upon this:
What are these people thinking? A Cheeto is a Cheeto, natural is natural, and never the twain shall meet. You can’t have a Cheeto that is pale. It just won’t do. A TRAVESTY!
And get a load of this. Where’s the MSG? Where’s the Artificial Color? The Artificial Flavor? This may be a snack, people, but it is NOT a Cheeto. Please call Frito-Lay at 1-800-352-4477 to complain about this dilution of one of America’s great achievements in extruded-snack history. Or write your congressperson.