You’re my obsession

I watched Elementary last night, even though I have little patience for shows that start at 10 p.m. I am a strictly in bed and reading by 9 p.m. girl these days. It wasn’t the greatest, though Johnny Lee Miller is and will always be, lovely eye candy. Yes, yes, BBC’s Sherlock is much better, but frankly, Benedict Cumberbatch freaks me out ever since Atonement. And to me, the best adaptation of Master Holmes in recent (or maybe not so recent) memory is The Zero Effect. Yo, seriously. It was “A Study in Scarlet,” I shit you not, I have watched that movie about a hundered times.

ANYWAY. I spout all this nonsense because I am freaking OBSESSED with the sweater Lucy Liu’s Joan Watson wore last night.

I am not fan of the Liu, but I have already started discussing this with a friend on the Facebook. I think the body is just garter or reverse stockinette, with a small dropped stitch panel at the neckline like in an old Rowan Denim People pattern. Done on bigger needles, of course. The sleeves looked to be reverse stockinette at first, but now I think I need to put them under the microscope a bit more.

I’m thinking war horse Cotton Ease in stone or a Tahki Stacy Charles tape yarn would work for this, if you’re feeling higher end. All I know is it’s in my future. I am OBSESSED.

Listening to the theme from Taxi and waiting for honey to bring me a mojo pork sandwich for eating during tonight’s Shark Tank. That’s all the TV talk for now. That’s how I roll.

Accentuating the positive

I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but I want to find a way, and a time, to blog more about positive things. Okay, scratch that. I am just not one of those power of positive thinking people. Never have been, never will be. I am a cynical girl, thank you Marshall Crenshaw for writing a song about me and introducing me to my husband.

But I am a person who gets renewed by certain things. Things that only make me happy, or so it seems. Things that other people, or maybe just the people I work with, could give two shits about. Which is kind of the way it it’s always been. And so it goes.

Anyway. I sit down with stuff I want to say and I never quite end up getting it all out. Plus my husband has Jeopardy blaring in the background and he’s talking to the TV so now I can’t think straight. I guess what I want to say is I have been feeling a little raw lately, and today was especially bad, hell, the whole weekend was. But I got through it.

I submitted a design to Knitscene magazine, and am waiting to hear if I got in. I really don’t think I will, it’s such a crapshoot, but the theme was Swedish music or some such nonsense, and I felt I had a handle on that since the assclown from the music dept. at BN played Youth Novels by Lykee Li about 100 times a day for 12 months straight. No, I’m not joking.

In all seriousness, I went to old BN town on a rainy Saturday b/c there was a book I just had to have. I saw two of my old managers — the ones I actually LIKED, and I talked a bit with both of them. And I told them I was glad things were going well for them (I am) and that I was never cut out for the job, although I did my best and think I did a good job. Because I think I did. I am always a hard worker. One of the managers actually stepped down from her former position and took mine. I was a little shocked, but hey, if I’m being honest, she was better at it than me. I bear no malice. Except for the idiot blonde manager who was still buzzing around the store with her keys jingle jangling. I didn’t say a word to her. Bitch.

See, I can be positive. But I’m no pushover.

Back to that pattern. I was more inspired by Fever Ray, truth be told, and my design is a little avant garde. I don’t know if it will scare the Knitscene ladies.

Actually, the design prospectus asked for “Scandinavian pop,” so I’m sure everyone sent in a Björk swan dress and called it a day.

Wouldn’t you? Egg optional.