A few hours from now, Chgi, my Fringe adventure partner who flew in from Vancouver last night, will show up at our place to begin our first rehearsal for 87% True: The Lies That Bind!! Fun! Frolic! Someone else who'll be here all day to help me spy on my neighbours!
But then it hit me - from the time Chgi gets here until SEPTEMBER 17TH, 2006 when our tour ends in Vancouver, not a day will go by where I will not be expected to wear pants of some kind. Also, an actual shirt. Also, a full set of undergarments.
I KNOW - it's a sobering thought. For those of you without PhDs in Math (or "Arithmetic", as you Math types keep reminding me), that's 63 94 CONSECUTIVE DAYS OF PANTS. (Ed. Oh my god, Kristen. I WAS blocking out August! SWEET LAVENDAR LORD!!)
Fortunately, I have the knitting to console me (yes yes - again with the knitting). I've found, since finishing the Itchy Sack, that I YEARN to knit. I am constantly looking at pictures of my finished knitting and murmuring "You are all my children." I lie awake at night planning what to do with my pathetically tiny, rapidly dwindling stash. I fondle my needles. I actually feel panicky when I do not have a project on the go. Knitters - are these feelings . . . normal?
Yado's Hat
Our lovely friend Jedo had a Simchat Bat for her one year old daughter last Saturday and it was beautiful. Gorgeous day, lots of queer parents and kids in cute outfits running around. A ridiculous amount of amazing food. The naming ceremony itself brought a tear to my eye; but I think it was the incredible potato salad that really ruined my mascara.
Jedo had specified "no gifts", so we just brought wine, 'cause that's the classy thing to bring to a children's party. But when I saw Jedo's daughter Yado wearing this cute cotton sweater in ice cream colours, I knew that a matching summer hat, knit up from the cotton yarn Jebr gifted me, would HAVE to be hers. And so it shall be.
As you can see, Katr's TED Dog has regained his place as finished object model.
I think that TED Dog looks particularly crafty in that last "ruffle close-up". I like how his tongue is hanging out in a devil-may-care kind of way. It's like he is saying "Look, man. This ice cream colours hat clashes with my red turtleneck. But for a handful of beef jerky, I'll look the other way. THIS TIME."
Well-played, TED Dog. Well-played. You enjoy that jerky now. And me . . . I guess I'd better find myself some pants.
