Monday, March 27, 2006

I am a big, fat PRINCESS.

Oh boy, was I a princess this weekend. Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown and I took off for the Waldorf last Friday, leaving Garrett behind to finish up some work (he's training to be a police officer!). Our Sunday Best in tow, we sped up the NJ Turnpike to start our weekend of luxury ASAP. Mrs. Brown and I both had casted on new projects in the car. I faired well considering that I casted on the 'Rambling Rose' sweater from the new Rowan 39. The pattern calls for US1 for the bottom ribbing - I'm suprised I didn't stab myself AND/OR make myself go blind thanks to the atrocious condition of the lovely NJ Turnpike.
Once you spend a night in the Waldorf Towers Luxury Suites, you can do WHATEVER you please. I could have told my valet to do a handstand and he would have done it with a smile. The black tie dinner was phenomenal. There was baked salmon on a bed of lentils and asparagus, and then filet mignon and potatoes as the main entree. Dessert? Strawberry Shortcake. Writer/Lawyer Scott Turow spoke during our meal - he was phenominal as well. I thoroughly enjoyed myself aside from my having one too many glasses of red wine. It was a blast. Garrett and I ended our night sprawled out on the king-size bed in the white signature plush terry robes atop monstrous down comforters watching COPS as he stuffed himself with food from a food service cart. What a life.
Late the next day, we made our way up to Mystic, Connecticut to finalize the sale of Joy's (Garrett's grandmother) summer house in Groton. Mrs. Brown and I made our way over to Mystic River Yarns before closing! I couldn't resist some lace-weight baby alpaca. I rationalized my purchase by promising to knit my mother a lace stole. We'll see.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

smells like productivity.

I love the feeling of productivity. Feels damn good.
The past few days have been quite crazy school-wise as I am trying to get all of my work done BEFORE my trip to the Waldorf this weekend so I can relax and enjoy myself (and my knitting...hrm).
I have been working my arse off this semester and it is showing (thank god for calculus being over and done with!). Looks as if I'm going to end up with a 4.0 GPA. Phew. Georgetown Law school, here I freaking come.
I started (and finished) a pair of Koigu baby socks for my cousin's baby the other night. She isn't due for a couple of months, but I was quite excited and couldn't help myself.
I also started a pair of Brenda Dayne's Mrs. Beetons should it get cold this weekend (its supposed to). I used Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino in place of the Rowan Cashsoft, and Cascade Bollicine varigated mohair in place of the Kidsilk Spray - all from my massive stash.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Princess for a Weekend.


Garrett called me last night - right on time, as always.
Him: "Hey, bunny! How was your day?"
Me: "It was okay, I guess. I'm ready to go back to school next week - spring break isn't so great this year. I miss you, sweetheart."
Him: "I miss you too. But my parents are going to the Judges Dinner next week at the Waldorf-Astoria and we would like to invite you to stay with us all next weekend. We got two luxury suites."
Me: "Whoa." ...:::silence:::...
Him: "Is that a yes? You can take a big bubble bath and knit all day looking over Park Avenue."
Me: "You're taking me to TIFFANYS!"
Him: "I hope you're kidding."
So, I'm going to be a princess for a weekend. Well, I've always been one, but this just substantiates it. God, I am such a brat. I'm making Garrett take me into Tiffany's - just to look.
I know what I'll do - try to set up a wedding registry. That'll scare him. I gotta get him back for having the staff at 'Joe's Crabs' in Princeton for singing 'happy birthday' to me even though it wasn't my birthday. Perfect revenge.
So, tomorrow I'm going shopping with one of my best friends from high-school to pick out outfits that are Waldorf Towers-worthy. I love being a girl.
Oh yeah, that's right - this is a knitting blog. So, onto the knitting. Heh.
I started my first pair of socks (took me long enough)! My fellow knitters at the Knitting Knook always bitched an complained about turning the heels of socks, so I was really nervous to start. I turned the whole darn heel myself without an extra assistance and everyone was amazed. They all wanted to know my secret. So I gave it to them: FOLLOW THE BLOODY PATTERN. They stared at me as if I was speaking in German.


I finally finished my leg warmers while watching Oprah today. I was so relieved. The first leg went quite quickly. The second, on the other hand, was more like pulling off a stubborn band-aid. I lost my drive and stamina come the "second leg of the race" (oh, boy that was a good one!! HAHA!), but I am happy with how they turned out. They are incredibly warm, and incredibly soft. I just never would knit them ever again. No, thank you!



Monday, March 06, 2006

too long!


God, so it's been two weeks since I've last written.
My life has been turned upside down. School has dumped a ton of work on me at one time, my father was away on a golf trip in Myrtle Beach with his college buddies for a week (which left me with next to no spare time), and my mother and I have been bumping heads lately.
Well, Garrett took me to The Wooly Lamb last weekend (he was soooo thrilled!). They had their grand-reopening sale, so there was no way that he was not going to take me. I finally decided that it was time for me to get over myself and to knit a damn pair of socks. So, I picked up some turquoise Wildfoote sock yarn ($5!!!). Yum. But it keeps splitting. And the #2 DPNs are driving me crazy. But, so far, so good. ::knock on wood::
I also picked up some gorgeous Cascade mohair. I want to eat it, it looks so beautiful. Problem: I don't know what to knit with it! I'm thinking a hat - I only bought two skeins.
I made Shrinky-Dink stitch markers for Mrs. Brown's birthday. Instead of using pictures of knitted pieces, I used the faces of all of her family members, best friend, and her three english bulldogs. She loved them. Garrett called me Martha Stewart. Although he meant it in jest, I took it as a compliment and thanked him. He rolled his eyes. He knows he loves me the way I am.