More Rippin' Than Knittin'

Anyone have any ideas on what to do with 12 skiens of Andean Silk that used to be an almost-Sesame until the knitter who runs this blog realized it was about 10 sizes to big? Maybe something that has a unique stitch pattern that requires the yarn to look like ramen prior to knitting with it so I don't need to soak it and hang it?

Not the Minimalist Cardigan. Because I already started that.

PS - Knitting at Baseball games is fun. I had no idea I missed the Oakland Stitch & Pitch by 1 day (we were actually sitting in the Rangers team section because Matt's cousins work for the team).

Writing out my pattern so I don't need to lug the magazine with me. I'm a BART-friendly knitter!

Breast-Cancer Awareness Day. You Go Ladies!

One of the Texas player's moms was sitting in front of me, and after her husband alerted her that I was "doing that yarn thing", she turned around and said she was jealous that she left her needles in the car. I love running into knitters in public.

Dinner was had at Franchinos, and I wanted to hug and kiss the great little couple that ran this place because the food was EXCELLENT (and I am picky about Italian food), the wine kept coming, and he tried to hail us a cab at 11pm on a Saturday while smoking a cigarette. I think he even cussed at one that would not stop in Italian. I love my people.

So eat there if you are in San Francisco. I recommend Gnocchi with 1/2 red sauce and 1/2 gorgonzola sauce. It's good for you, I swear.


The cider at the Irish Bar in Union Square was delish, as well.

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The next day while the rest of you were in the know and made it to Stitch and Pitch, we assulted Ikea. We needed a new bedroom set for ourselves and a new bed for our friends to sleep off the wine we serve with dinner. I also managed to not spend all our savings in the marketplace.

And here it is Friday again. Seriously, where is all the time going?!?