knitting it up in a big way

Monthly Archives: July 2012

i found some more unposted outfits while going through my photos. i got really close to finishing and then i stopped. need to re-gather steam and finish up on that… anywhose!

outfits from the archives

j. crew cardigan, boots lands end blouse gifted skirt forever21 belt old navy scarf

i’m not certain this outfit ever made it out into the world…

outfits from the archives

outfits from the archives

j. crew chambray shirt target skinny jeans converse green high top chuck taylors thrifted purse and tie clip

these were more about my thrifty finds than my double denim outfit. a friend asked me to keep an eye out for a tie clip a while ago, and i finally found one! i actually really liked it on the purse. a tiny detail, for interest! but now my friend has the tie clip, and the purse broke. so…. yeah.


i took these pictures right behind a pizza place. one of our favorites, actually. but i don’t recommend this for a few reasons: pizza delivery cars kept zipping in and out, with pizza delivery dudes giving me skeptical looks as i was taking pictures, which totally threw me off my game, and WAY MORE IMPORTANTLY, i took pictures before dinner, and it smelled GREAT. hungry, hungry, hungry. so forgive me if i look a little taciturn.

creme de la creme

creme de la creme

creme de la creme

j. crew blouse, belt ann taylor thrifted blazer target skinny jeans thrifted boots gifted my great-grandma’s necklace


the blog has kind of been getting away from all things fiber-y, but believe me when i say it isn’t intentional. to prove it, here’s a post about only fiber-y things!

zig and zag cowl

this is my current wip (work in progress). it’s a test knit of the ZIG and ZAG cowl for foggyknits! i’m almost done… just a few chevrons away from the length i want it to be!

thrifted yarn

i stopped by the thrift store the other day, on a quest for a duplicate of the perfect belt for a friend (i found a pretty good one!), and in a little basket right next to the register were these cones of single ply fingering weight yarn, 100% new wool, 1000 yds, for $2. how was i supposed to say no? above is the cornflower blue. below is the bronze-y/split pea soup/chartreuse colored one…

thrifted yarn

no idea what to do with them. any ideas?

and in other fiber-y news, i’m working on getting the pattern for this hat finalized so i can finally publish it! jill and i met for coffee yesterday, and she was kind enough to use her photographic skillz on me and my hat:

_DSC0789


coffee

DSC_3136

pork chops in garlic and wine sauce

DSC_3073

DSC_3090

DSC_3069

an evening where i see no one but jake.

impromptu dinner dates with friends.

walking around the mall and chatting with my ladies.

fancy cupcakes for a friends birthday.

driving home with the windows down and the music LOUD, preferably with one hand out the window.

finishing a good book and knowing there’s another one waiting.

slow mornings with many cups of coffee.

planned dinner dates with friends!

that song that just feels like summer.

making a recipe you’ve been drooling over for a while, just to find out that it’s just as delicious as you hoped!


i have a stripe problem. i am not alone in this, stripes are in. it feels very enabling to have so many stripey options when i’m just innocently trying to grab some small necessities at target. or when that turns into bathing suit shopping, which most women will agree is a very demoralizing thing to do, and i buy a striped shirt that *does* look cute on me, instead of any of the dozen suits i just tried on that make me feel approximately like a beached whale. and then i remember why i only try to go swim suit shopping once every five years or so… because that’s how long it takes me to forget.

i don't need more stripes

i don't need more stripes

sandals

target striped tee, black cardigan j. crew navy toothpick cords lands end strappy sandals



for darkness shows the stars

It’s been several generations since a genetic experiment gone wrong caused the Reduction, decimating humanity and giving rise to a Luddite nobility who outlawed most technology.

Elliot North has always known her place in this world. Four years ago Elliot refused to run away with her childhood sweetheart, the servant Kai, choosing duty to her family’s estate over love. Since then the world has changed: a new class of Post-Reductionists is jumpstarting the wheel of progress, and Elliot’s estate is foundering, forcing her to rent land to the mysterious Cloud Fleet, a group of shipbuilders that includes renowned explorer Captain Malakai Wentforth–an almost unrecognizable Kai. And while Elliot wonders if this could be their second chance, Kai seems determined to show Elliot exactly what she gave up when she let him go.

But Elliot soon discovers her old friend carries a secret–one that could change their society . . . or bring it to its knees. And again, she’s faced with a choice: cling to what she’s been raised to believe, or cast her lot with the only boy she’s ever loved, even if she’s lost him forever.

description from goodreads

this book had me at ‘sci-fi adaptation of jane austen’s persuasion’. in fact, that description might have… gotten me a little over-excited. there were several things i liked, and some that fell flat.

while i definitely enjoyed this book from a jane-austen-adaptation standpoint, it raised a lot of interesting and valid questions about the balance of progress and responsibility and never truly answered them.

elliott is a good main character, but kai felt slightly under-developed (“kai is your romantic lead so you must find him dreamy”). at 50 pages to the end i honestly didn’t know how the book was going to wrap up, but when it did, it felt over-simplified and tidy.

while it might sound like i didn’t enjoy this book, that is untrue. i really liked this book, these were just a few points where i felt it didn’t live up to the potential it created for itself.

before i move on, a quick note regarding the cover: in the book, elliott is described as black haired, dark-eyed, and given to tanning very easily. WHO IS ON THE COVER? cuz it ain’t the main character. excuse me while i go grumble to myself about this, but i hate it when they do that…


the book thief

It’s just a small story really, about among other things: a girl, some words, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist-fighter, and quite a lot of thievery. . . .

Set during World War II in Germany, this is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement before he is marched to Dachau.

This is an unforgettable story about the ability of books to feed the soul.

description from goodreads

it’s fundamentally unfair that the more one enjoys a book, the more difficult it is to write a review. i’ve been meaning to read this for several years, but similar to the fault in our stars, i needed a some ramp up time before reading a book set in nazi germany. what i desire in a book, more than almost anything else, is characters. complex, interesting, well developed, sympathetic characters. and this book provides them by the dozens. the character of death, who acts as narrator, is great in both his familiar approach to things, and at the same time, his very alien perspective, and throughout, his wry voice. i love his role as narrator, as it provides both an interesting frame to the book, and also a little emotional distance at times when that is just what you need to pull yourself together.

i could go on forever about each of the characters, but i’m having a difficult time trying to summarize my feelings on the book. it’s good, guys. it’s very very good. here’s a quote: “I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”



%d bloggers like this: