Foolish mortal, I attempted to appease the great goddess KastOnn by throwing scarf after scarf into her voracious maw. Yet she remains unsatisfied and unimpressed. She demands, I’m guessing, a sweater.
What can I do? Surely the Christmas shopping can wait another day. And Hanukkah’s not until (gulp) Friday, right? I have a full 48 hours to locate a menorah in this apartment. I know there must be one somewhere, in a home inhabited by Jews for 60 years. Maybe it’s in the closet, behind the 1959 Vap-O-Rizer (in original packaging) and the I Wuv You THIS Much statuette. And remember: the great thing about Hanukkah is that you start with just 2 candles. Cast on I must.
This project should shut up old KastOnn. I am casting on:
Ariann is raging throughout Blog Nation like chicken pox in pre-K. Look at the knitalong: it looks great on everybody. It’s lacy, but not by any means too lacy. Even Our Lady of Subdued Grey Habit, Ann Curry, recently wore a lacy cardi on TV. (Black, but still, I swear I saw a yarnover in that thing.)
I caught Ariannfluenza from Cara, who caught it from Margene. With these two spreading the contagion, there is little hope for humanity. Don’t be one of the sad sacks who waits until 2007 to get their Ariann on. We will mock you behind your non-lacy, non-shapely back.
My chosen Ariann yarn is very Special To Me:
Yes, that is a Liberty Sale Sticker [represses sob].
Long ago, Polly scored me two sealed bags of Jaeger Aqua in olive green. (I don’t like to think about what she had to do to get it. What happens at the Liberty Sale stays at the Liberty Sale.) I’ve been hoarding it, waiting for the perfect project which, given the yardage here, needs to be either a Bea Arthur cocoon monstrosity or a shower curtain. I’m not sure I will get gauge for Ariann with Aqua, but if I do, I may need to make 2 Arianns. Or Ariann: the Chasuble. Or Ariann: the Room Divider. You get the idea. There are going to be leftovers.
I’m going in. Cover me.