Eyeballing

I’ve just returned from a lovely few days in Adelaide, including that New Year’s Eve costume party I made the jester costume for. While I was there I dropped into Borders in another vain attempt to get hold of Interweave Knits. Instead I found this on special:

And am I glad it was 50% off. It is one incredibly cr*p calendar. Some seriously obvious padding has gone on to fill out this so-called “pattern-a-day” (more like a pattern-a-week) calendar. You get the impression the designer might have even considered putting one line of each pattern per page to spread them out, and you mightn’t have minded that at all if it meant some of the more truly awful patterns had been left out.

But it was soooo worth buying just for this:

It’s almost be worth buying a christmas tree next year…

Anyway. The trip:

My intention had been to finish off the second chocolate coloured chocolate sock, but since it involved the transportation of my deadly Dpns of Mass Destruction I had to use a case that would survive luggage handlers rather than my lap or under the seat in front. And since there was so much extra room in the case after my wee dpns went in, I threw in a few more balls of wool. And a crochet hook. So, of course, I got a bit distracted once I got there.

No, it’s not a crochet bikini. It’s a headband. And crocheting headbands while in Adelaide has become a bit of a tradition for me. My green one holds fond memories of sitting in a doctor’s waiting room for two hours, with a UTI, entertained by a trio of drug addicts who topped off their visit by stealing another patient’s car keys then running off with his car.

I did get some sock progress done under the watchful eye of a 3 year old. The conversation went something like this:

Small cute child: “What are you making?”

Me: “Socks.”

“Would you make me some?”

“Maybe when I’ve finished making the things I want to make for myself. Or maybe I’ll teach you to knit and you can make socks yourself. Would you like to learn to knit?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll make you socks and teach you to knit if you promise to make me socks one day. How does that sound?”

“Good. So when will you make me socks?”

“Maybe after I’ve finished making these ones.”

“When will you be finished?”

“In a few days?”

Five minutes later: “Are you finished yet?”

“No.”

Ten minutes later: “Are you finished yet?”

“No.”

Fifteen minutes later: “Are you finished yet?”

“No.”

Twenty minutes later: “Are you finished yet?”

“No.”

Twenty one minutes later: “Are you finished yet?”

“No.”

Twenty one and a half minutes later: “Are you finished yet?”

“I think I”ll go repack my bags.”

Thirty minutes later small child locates knitting woman: “Truuuuuudi? Truuuudi?”

“No, I haven’t finished them yet.”

Small irritating child stops, laughs quietly and silently walks out of the room.

I swear, they’re evil from the moment they’re born.

4 thoughts on “Eyeballing

  1. There is a group of us who train children in annoying Trudis. Very fast learners, little children. Very cheap to train: a mere 3 potato chips gets one “Are you finished yet?” For a six hour car trip, a big bag of chips will ensure you are dinned with an unlimited number of “Are we there yet?”

  2. Heh Heh! Spot on about the little kids. I know, I’ve survived a few…

  3. Man!!!!!!! You know what? Yesterday I bought a pattern off the internet and I got that eyeball pattern as a freebie. Some freebie, huh.

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