So last week I ran into Andrew, a guy I knew in high school.
During my senior year in high school, I took the 134 bus from Winthrop St. to Wellington Station a few times a week. I’d frequently see a cool-looking guy, tall and skinny with wire-frame specs and a tweed overcoat. Since he was the only person on the bus who wasn’t an old lady, I gravitated towards him, and we’d spend the trip talking about punk rock and comic books. We had a pretty casual friendship and he fell off my radar (sort of) when I graduated, but he introduced me to Kurt Vonnegut and he gave me a crummy tape dub of Double Nickels on the Dime. As an adult, I appreciate that Andrew took me seriously and didn’t try to test my boundaries, the way a lot of men did when I was a teenager.
While we lost touch once my senior year ended, I’d followed a few of his projects without realizing he was responsible for them. He was a contributor to the Fake AP Stylebook, which needs no introduction and which makes me cry with laughter during its lifespan. He also ran the (now sadly defunct) Comic Punx blog about — would you believe? — punk rock in comic books. More recently, you can find him at Armagideon Time.
In honor of reconnecting with cool people, here’s a clip of Mike, D, and George of the Minutemen on an unnamed public access broadcast.
What it is: Eileen Mary by Ellen Mason
Why I made it: I had just binge-watched Twin Peaks and wanted a red sweater with a dramatic collar, like the one Audrey Horne wore.
Basically, I want Audrey’s entire wardrobe. And Agent Cooper, while we’re at it.
When I went through Ravelry, Eileen Mary jumped out at me. I had six plump skeins of Cascade 220 in my stash, so why not?
This is why not.
Assets and liabilities: I think the red looks nice on me, and I like a lot of the details. However, I knit it at too tight a gauge, so the dramatic collar kept rolling up north and whacking me in the face, like so. The fit through the collar and shoulders is weird, too. (That picture above is with the back button fastened.) I’m not crazy about bottom-up raglan sleeve sweaters, since you can’t check the fit while you’re working.
Frogging or donating? Frogging. I’m going to make Myrna with the yarn, and also put some aside so I can finish my mom’s Christmas present. This was the last of the Peruvian spun Cascade 220, and I haven’t been as happy with the brand’s quality since they moved production to China. Why waste good resources, right?
Lessons learned: Make sure the gauge works for what you’re making! I was able to adjust my gauge to make this work, but I knitted so tight, and I think that’s why I had some of the problems that I did.
Okay, so that subject would have been more appropriate before I bound off. But still!
Cue the Paul Westerburg riffage
As I’ve mentioned a billion times before, this is Andi Satterlund‘s pattern Aiken, knit from the late, lamented Classic Elite Verde Woodland. Size 38. Modifications: short-row boob vent about 1″ below the armholes.
Oh, just hanging out with Don Draper. You?
Worn with: EsotErica Boutique earrings; Pinup Girl Clothing pedal pushers, and John Fluevog Operetta Malibrans in aqua.
Working at an academic press means that I can show up to work in my pajamas four days a week and no one will bat an eyelash. On Thursdays, however, I must refrain from rocking the creepers and take the safety pins out of my ears, for the head of the department keeps office hours on “Little Friday”. That’s right: Thursdays are Big Boss Days.
…except that the Big Boss wasn’t in this week. Also, I had the mother of all crap days, so it seems appropriate…
…that I inadvertently cosplayed as Lucy Van Pelt today.
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS CRABBY PEOPLE
This will be a quick one, since I’m off to work soon.
I listen to Dave Brubeck’s greatest hits albums when I’m at work. I’m no good at describing jazz, but his music helps keep my inner metronome going while I correct other people’s grammar.
Tattoo Tank by Marly Bird
Knit in Classic Elite Verde Allegoro
Bound off in summer 2012
Why I made this: I had gotten a shocking pink wrap skirt with my tax return a few years ago and wanted to make a tee shirt to wear with it. Since I was about to leave the yarn store where I used to work, I made this my going-away gift to myself.
What I liked about it: I really love the color. I also like the lace insert on the back.
Terry Richardson is surprisingly cheap these days.
What I don’t like about it: Everything. Here, let’s narrow it down: the torso is short, the silhouette is a little too boxy, the picot hem is bulky, and the sleeves hit at a bad place for my arms. Apart from that, it’s the perfect garment.
Its fate: Have you ever tried to frog linen? Good luck with that. Off to the Goodwill this goes.
Working at an academic press means that I can show up to work in my pajamas four days a week and no one will bat an eyelash. On Thursdays, however, I must hang up the harness and leave the “Touch Me, I’m Dick” tee shirt at home, for the head of the department keeps office hours on “Little Friday”. That’s right: Thursdays are Big Boss Days.
BREAKING: I have been cast as Audrey in Prince’s ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ remake
Sweater: Miss Norma Jeane, knit by me || skirt, Pinup Girl Clothing || tights, who knows || shoes, Fluevog Zaza || fascinator, SoWa Open Markets
This skirt was my reward for finally getting a job. Since Big Boss was traveling today, I figured I’d wear it to work. The grad students were amused by it, so maybe I’m doing something right.
Ye gods, I need a haircut. I’m starting to look like a Wookiee.