*considers own minimally-cross-country move next year* Yeaaaaah. At least needles are small and lightweight? I'm more worried about my massive book collection, to be honest. *regretfully considers what to sell*
Oh man, I don't have anything quite that bad--the worst of them visually is this nasty purple-and-green thing which is also fairly soft. I am thinking of making a hideous sweater with it for my dog, who will certainly not appreciate it. It'd endlessly amuse me, though. (And there was black suede in there! I have absolutely no idea what to do with that but I am sure I can find something. Totally the best of the lot.)
I think there's a trick to knitting them in as you go, too, but I haven't remembered to check it out yet. I need to figure out how that works at some point. Or bug Viresecence, who is my own personal kniting guru, into telling me.
The whole growing up to want to cook and knit thing has always amused me, because of my middle sister and I, I am indisputably the butch one. (Well, out of all of us, really, but my youngest sister is nine and so much younger than I am I don't bother to compare us all that often.) She is the girly pretty sweet kind one who wants to go into nursing and I am the short-haired, acerbic, scientist-in-training. And yet I am by far the more domestic one. This pleases me, partly because I enjoy fucking with gendered expectations.
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Date: 2011-07-30 03:09 am (UTC)Oh man, I don't have anything quite that bad--the worst of them visually is this nasty purple-and-green thing which is also fairly soft. I am thinking of making a hideous sweater with it for my dog, who will certainly not appreciate it. It'd endlessly amuse me, though. (And there was black suede in there! I have absolutely no idea what to do with that but I am sure I can find something. Totally the best of the lot.)
I think there's a trick to knitting them in as you go, too, but I haven't remembered to check it out yet. I need to figure out how that works at some point. Or bug Viresecence, who is my own personal kniting guru, into telling me.
The whole growing up to want to cook and knit thing has always amused me, because of my middle sister and I, I am indisputably the butch one. (Well, out of all of us, really, but my youngest sister is nine and so much younger than I am I don't bother to compare us all that often.) She is the girly pretty sweet kind one who wants to go into nursing and I am the short-haired, acerbic, scientist-in-training. And yet I am by far the more domestic one. This pleases me, partly because I enjoy fucking with gendered expectations.