Nine rows to go. Nine rows of ribbing to go. And I will be finished with that last Rhinebeck model. Nothing like going down to the wire. While I play beat-the-clock, here’s my iteration of the passing-the-beachball game going around Ravelry these days.
10 Random Things About Me
- I despise the color pink. Period. Knitting with it, wearing it, looking at it. Blech. Of course, having a daughter meant an onslaught of it. Try finding bedding for a preschooler that doesn’t have it. Fortunately, she’s told her mommy that she wants a purple room. Whew. That I can do.
- By my 12th birthday, I had moved seven times. (That’s interstate moves.) Kids adapt. Really, they do.
- My TiVo is filled almost exclusively with PBS and BBC America programming, with a smattering of HGTV (“Dear Genevieve,” to be exact). Note to American TV execs: Prime Suspect without Helen Mirren isn’t a crime show, it’s criminal. Watch the British version of everything: it’s just better. The exception, of course, is “Dexter.” It is perversely wonderful and never makes it to TiVo.
- I love architecture, particularly the Arts & Crafts movement. Its principles and clean lines work.
- I last ate red meat when I was 17. My mom put me on some fad diet that cut out red meat; I never went back. It’s a lot easier to be a poutri-fishi-tarian now than it was then.
- I love consignment and thrift-store shopping. About 80% of Darling Bebe’s clothes come from there; a majority of mine, too. It’s the thrill of the hunt and the ability to find something of value for a fraction of the price.
- Sloppy grammar and punctuation drive me batty. Especially in giant supermarket window posters. Or formal business letters. Or anywhere. Don’t they teach English anymore ~ much less diagramming sentences?
- I love folding DB’s clothing. Something about smoothing out those stacks of little shirts and leggings …
- Nine years of living Chez Owl is the longest I have ever lived in one house. No wonder I am positively itching to move.
- At the end of a work day, after DB is in bed, all I really want is a chart and yarn and needles ~ no words, please. I deal in words all day long. Just symbols so my fingers know what to do and I can put my brain on “disconnect.”
Okay – your turn.