I guess at some point I have to come out from behind the turkey carcass. It was so warm back there, so tryptophantastic.
I am here to announce that, once again, I have hit the wall on my Alice Starmore Donegal Fair Isle sweater. I’m not worried about this. I don’t doubt that I will be dragging the thing out of its hole again. But at the three-quarter mark on sleeve one, I found that the ever-decreasing tube of inside-out two-handed knitting had become something akin to braiding cat’s hair, to aligning grains of rice end to end, to cutting the grass, blade by blade. BLEEHAGHGGGHGH! Fiddly fiddly FIDDLY! YIKES! Godalmighty! RELEASE ME! SET ME FREE!
In an act of supreme mercy, my ten-year-old skaterboy announced that he wants a hat with earflaps and dangly pompoms. So if anyone has cranked one of these–and it has to be dark gray and red, I’m told–please feel free to suggest a good pattern. I’m going to use some worsted weight wool, I think. Or bigger. Just some big-ass yarn so I can finish the thing in a day.
Triumph of the Pallor
I think I mentioned last week that one highlight of the family visit (other than the way the house feels so occupied, so chockablock) was the prospect of going to see the new Twilight movie, New Moon. Well, it ended up being four of us, and we snuck in past the “No Adults Allowed Over the Age of 18” sign. It was a late-night screening that included a SHOCKING proportion of MEN. One distinguished-looking couple had to be at least seventy-five years old. It was a Twilight FREAK SHOW, I’m telling you.
I was so sleepy that I still can’t really remember what happened at the end except that I started confusing Michael Sheen’s role as the head Volturi vampire with his Tony Blair performance in The Queen. I kept wishing the werewolf guys would put their damn shirts on again–you can catch a chill, fellas, even if your normal temperature is 108. Too much with the deltoids! And I really, really wondered whether everybody’s favorite tortured 109-year-old vampire Robert Pattinson I mean Edward Cullen was ever going to show up in the movie again, if he was going to be pale enough.
So pale! None more pale! Fabulously pale! And he sparkled so much better than in the first movie. I’m delighted to hear that pale makeup sales are up as a result of Twilight. HIGH FIVE! FINALLY! Blue is IN! Maybe I AM a vampire after all!
I’ve also heard that there’s a lot of knitting among the women on the Twilight set. Surely there’s a Ravelry Twilight group. Off to go investigate THAT. They’re gonna need help when that two-part Breaking Dawn shoot begins.
Meanwhile, if you’re stuck in Twilight limbo until the next movie lands in June–if you have incredibly NOT SEEN THE FIRST MOVIE–here’s Twilight in ten minutes for ya, Mystery Science Theater 3000 style: