Still BUZZING from that hour on The Buzz Factor. We’ll have an mp3 of that delirious chatfest before long, so that anybody who wants to can hear what happens when knitters take over talk radio. (Hint: if you talk long enough on the radio, you will say anything. Peculiar knitting habits, bad dates.) A tip o’ the needles to brave soul Cara for calling!
At Least Cardiovascular Mohawk Dude Was Arty
This far into the Olympics, I have had several powerful moments. Anything having to do with curling. (Triumph of the Sweepers! I empathize with these people 100%.) That snowboard racing thing that looks like roller derby only more dangerous. And the interview with the snowboard woman who showboated her way out of a gold medal. My fellas were watching when she wiped out, and they both started yelling at the TV: “Showoff! It’s bad to brag! She shouldnt’a done THAT!”
But (I’ll be done soon) nothing compares to the awful, wretched power of all those ice dancing costumes. Last night’s finals were like some Mardi Gras parade gone bad.
I just want to know who’s responsible for all those costumes that have those panty-hose parts all over them? You know, the skin-color connectors that make it look like Barbara The Really Mean Italian Skater has magically floating booby covers which don’t come off when she does her pretzel-leg lift thing?
These women look like commercials for UltraHanes Support My Way. I look at these women and think, Girl, your varicose vein situation is Under Control.
And men, too. Even the men are wearing panty hose connector parts now. I just can’t STAND this.
I remember, back in the day, when maybe Dorothy Hamill would have a a little panel of panty hose connector stuff, maybe on the back of her cute little dress (whatever happened to skater skirts? what has happened here?) so that her dress would stay put.
But now. Look at ’em! Barbara The Really Mean Italian Skater is not fooling anybody. IT IS NOT SEXY to cover yourself in Hanes (Shade Barely There) from neck to skate and try to persuade any of us that you are wearing a bikini while you’re competing in Olympic ice dancing.
Vera Wang, why has thou forsaken us?
Still, with the Knitting
So my Knitting Olympics event has became Unintentional Biathalon, what with the dragon sweater forced march for Clif. I’m back to cranking out Perfect Sweater Deux, to wallow in the glory of Mandy’s lovely edited pattern.
Atop the first test-knit, here’s what’s up. I did the hem in a contrasting shade, thanks to Alice’s brilliant idea. And when you do a picot edge, you end up with a little batch of picotty dots along the edge.
The provisional cast on means that the hem is less bulky when you knit in the hem edge.
Options, we got options. On top: picot edge. Below: straight edge.
And finally, Cascade 220 is a yarn which responds to the redemptive power of blocking better than any I’ve ever seen: as I put my latest Perfect Sweater on top of the first one, you can see clearly what happens to your knitting after it’s been given some steam, a few pins, and, of course, tender affection.