Yes, a dork. I'm dorky (Dorky is the perfect adjective sometimes, don't you think?). I doubt either of you question my claim to be a dork, but you might wonder why I called myself a "blog dork." Well, since I doubt anyone but us reads this, I'll tell you. I feel like I've had a brush with celebrity--blogger celebrity that is. I was just about to write a post about my new found love, alpaca, when I read the lastest post by Laurie of Crazy Aunt Purl. Since she was having the same exact issue with the design of an alpaca scarf as I am having, I decided to post a comment (my second blog comment ever, I'm so proud of myself!) to her about it. And here comes my brush with blogger celebrity--she commented back on my comment! I'm practically famous! Yeah and crazy.
So, anyway. About my beloved alpaca. Jason & I went to the yarn store in Cambria I fell in love with a tweedy olive green alpaca yarn (Jess, I think your green thing is rubbing off on me) and decided I must have a scarf made of it. I have cast-on for a scarf (yes, another scarf, aren't you all proud?) about eighteen times. I've tried a zillion different things (yes, a zillion different things when I only cast-on eighteen different times) including a crazy celtic cable pattern that is way beyond my skill and a simple lace rib pattern that is beyond me because the book only gives a chart and the chart makes NO SENSE (I promise, it is not just that I can't read knitting charts because they use hieroglyphs instead of words/letters). My latest idea (that I have yet to try) is to alternate a six-stitch cable panel with a rib (a neato one too, RS: k2, p3 WS: purl all stitches) I found in a sweater pattern. But, as I lamented to Laurie (does my brush with celebrity permit me to be so informal? Perhaps I should say Ms. Aunt Purl?) my indecision comes from the fact that this yarn is THE PERFECT YARN. Is there a pattern out there as perfect as this yarn? I doubt it.
In addition to finding my soul-mate yarn this weekend, I picked up a hank (I am trying not to use words I can't remember how to pronounce like skein) (but wait, I hate using a hank too, that's a guys name and sounds clunky, not at all the feeling I'm going for--we need a better word here girls) that is a blend of green wool (see Jess? me and the green again) and recycled sari silk. Very pretty stuff but the wool makes it kind of scratchy.
And I'm sure you all remember my preparation problem and are dying to hear about all of the knitting I got done while Jason & I were staying at the Ragged Point Inn (did you guys know that place is in Ragged Point, not San Simeon? Did you know there was a town called Ragged Point? Did you know that elephant seals tend to lie around and do nothing and you don't have to get worried that they're dying because they DON'T MOVE AT ALL? (except maybe six, I think I saw six out of two thousand (??) elephant seals move)). Anyway, I lost where I was going with that sentence so I'll start over. I think my BUNO scarf was a foot longer when we arrived home that it was when we left. Other than that little bit of knitting & a couple of the alpaca-scarf-cast-ons I did no knitting! So, I left home with yarn for three projects and came back with yarn for five and knit for less than two hours...I'm behind on my knitting hours per week ratio! I've gotta catch up or all will not be right in the world or the cosmos or my crazy knitting brain!