On the bus last night coming home from work, there was this kid….maybe 18 or 19 years old…he looked rough. If I were to judge by looks, I would have to say that he had some medical problems, was probably homeless, and had some crappy parents. This poor kid was just desperate for a kind word. I knew the moment I sat down he was going to talk to me. I had over-heard a conversation he had with another rider so I knew that he was getting off at the next stop.

I sit down and he asks me how my day was. I told him “Meh. How is yours?” He said it was horrible. I replied that it would be okay and that tomorrow was another day. (Gotta love Scarlett! ­čÖé His face kinda lit up and he looked at me and said “I like that. You’re right.” I told him that he gets to start out fresh tomorrow. The poor kid looked beat down by society and just didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. I thank the Lord that He has blessed me with the family and friends that I have and the strength to survive through hardships.

When the kid got off at his stop, I wished him a good day. The man that was sitting in front of me turned around and said to me “You’re very kind.”

Now the kids situation on his own broke my heart but this comment made me cry. At first I was flattered but then I kinda felt bad. What has gone wrong in this society when we have to comment on the kindness of strangers! Shouldn’t you be kind to people everyday? Shouldn’t you want to help out someone who is a little hard up? I have a feeling that a lot of people who really need help and kindness are too scared to say anything for fear of people thinking that they are lazy and taking advantage.

Okay…now, I’m not perfect. The other night as I was walking to the bus stop after choir practice. It was 9ish and I was alone…there was this guy standing out front of the bank. He was begging for change. I didn’t have any. I never carry cash anymore… mostly because I give it away to people like him. So I kindly said “sorry, I don’t have any change.” and he yells back at me “Yeah you do you B****!” Being shocked at the audacity of that man’s situation and his remarkable response I shouted over my shoulder “NO I DON’T! GET A JOB!”

I have no sympathy for someone like that. Like insulting me is going to get you anywhere?

Anyway…I’ve been known to be that person who on her way to work will take a homeless man into the store and buy him a sandwich. Although, I draw the line at cigarettes! When I got home last night and relayed the story of the young kid to the boy (I love him, bless his little heart) he asked me if I had invited him home for dinner.┬áUnfortunately, I said no…. but maybe I should have.

Live Long and Prosper!

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I was just listening to this and it seemed like a funny title. This post has nothing really to do with Jimmy Hendrix but WOW wasn’t that man talented? I think Hey Joe is my favorite.

Okay..so, I swatched last night. I never swatch. Actually, I swatched once but I’m pretty sure that it’s wrong. I measured across instead of up…I plead ignorance. I’m pretty sure that the hat I swatched for is too big. ­čśŽ

Swatch for KISS socks

This swatch was just to see how the ‘K’ would look. I’m pretty sure that they are going to be black with silver beads. I’m meeting with my fellow KISS accomplice to work out a pattern.

I’m working on something for my newest swap on Ravelry. It’s pirate themed. I’m working on some fingerless gloves and I’m trying for a cat O’nine tails. I had this vision in my head of a knit one with a really wide I-cord, but that didn’t work out. I-cords really are for only 3-4 stitches… they don’t look that good if they are 20 stitches. So, it’s being crocheted.

I’m going to ask my fellow KISS accomplice to help me design a set of fingerless gloves for myself. ­čÖé A friend brought me this beautiful yarn from Prince Edward Island and I’m keeping it for myself. I have this book and I plan on making something soft, warm and smooshy! ­čÖé

What does this want to be?

This is my next┬ádilemma. I have had this yarn for YEARS and I would like to make something with it but I’m not sure what. It’s a worsted weight navy blue with a little bit of a shimmer to it when it’s knit up. It slips right off Addis. I haven’t been able to translate it’s wishes. Can anyone help me? I lost the band a while ago but I think it may be Bernat.

For size I used a quarter because I’m saving all my pennies for Sock Summit ’11.

That is all for today…

Live Long and Prosper.

THIS is the sock that KISS held. This is my own design…not really much of a design really….more the embellishments are my idea…the sock is knit pretty plainly.

The KISS sock....

With Knit Picks Felici Self Striping Yarn in Matador, I cast on using the figure 8 cast on for the toe, increased until I got 66 stitches on all four needles. I took the heart chart from Wendy Johnson’s Hearts and Flowers (Rav Link) sock pattern. Then I knit until the heel and used her short row heel. After the heel, I knit a few plain rounds then started adding beads at random….kinda. There was a little method to my madness. When I ran out of beads (which I put on with a small tatting hook) I used Knit Picks Imagination Hand Painted sock yarn in Enchanted Forest, knit a few plain rounds then used the picot bind-off. This isn’t blocked yet…but I promised a picture. I’m pretty darn proud of this. I call it “Love in Strawberry Fields”. It’s a Christmas present for my sister who is a HUGE Beatles fan. I think she’ll like them. ­čÖé

Live Long and Prosper!

migraines and menstrual cramping can really put a damper on your ability to think and knit. I haven’t been able to wind the yarn that will finish the sock. I’ll be doing that this morning while coffee is brewing and watching BtVS. ­čÖé I also need to find this bind-off I heard about….so, sorry for the build-up and disappointment. I promise it will be worth it. (in a sing-songy voice) There are beads! ­čÖé

Live Long and Prosper.

and now….. the rest of the story.

Which, if you ask me is the best part!

Thanks to all of you who came from The Yarn Harlot’s site! I really enjoyed reading your comments! The build up to “the picture” was probably the best part of the story…other than being on Stephanie’s blog! ­čÖé So, here’s the story….

Two Sunday’s ago, late in the night (read WAY past my bedtime) I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep so I check my phone for the time and see I have a text message. It’s from Lindsay and she asked me if I wanted to go to a KISS concert. Now, I haven’t been to a rock concert in ages suddenly I’m going to break the┬ácelibacy┬áwith KISS? The boy comes in from burning the midnight oil and I tell him. I decide that this might be a fun adventure…I’m ALWAYS down for an adventure and I tell her I’d love to go.

Skip ahead to Thursday…Thursdays at noon are Knitting Lunch.

Of course, I ask how she got the tickets. See, she’s new in town…like FRESH…like still finding her way around (she knows yarn stores and the grocery store, ya know, the staples) so I figured that she had to have some sort of hook up. She did, the band. Yes, the band… like the band as in KISS! NO WAY! Yup.

So Thursday night, I’m cleaning up around the house and I have this BRILLIANT idea! How incredibly cool would it be IF I could get a sock picture with KISS? I explain this idea to The Boy and he seemed skeptical. That’s cool…I’m still gonna try it. My thinking here is that this whole sock picture could not happen at all, if it doesn’t then I’ve started my┬áChristmas┬áknitting early…AWESOME! If I do get a picture, then I GET A SOCK PICTURE WITH KISS AND I GET STARTED ON MY CHRISTMAS KNITTING! It’s a Win/Win! ┬áNow to decide what color to start with… the only option was Pink! (Knit Picks Felici in Matador my own cobbled together sock pattern…mind you the THIRD pair of socks I’ve ever knit. 10 year veteran here peeps and suddenly I find myself addicted to socks.)

Friday….

We head down to the concert. On the way, I fess up to the sock plan and get a very encouraging reply! ┬áShe’s been witness to my new fan-girl attitude with the Harlot so I figured she’d understand. We get to Will Call. Our tickets aren’t there yet. BOO! So we stand around waiting for them to show up. We see TONS of KISS fans in all shades of dress and makeup. THIS is the best one of the night….

Mini-Gene

I won’t go into detail of the older man in the cod piece…

So, back up to Will Call we go. She tells us that she has our tickets and comes back with a bulging white envelope. When she pulls out the All Access passes I did a little celebration dance! (Hey, I’m there with knitting, I’m not beyond a celebration dance in public!) ┬áThe guys behind us did that defeated sigh thing. Here we are, two “wholesome” looking girls and WE get the passes… hahaha. I almost resorted to childhood mocking (Na na na na na!) but my adult side won over.

Neither one of us knew how these magic plastic passes worked. We started walking around to find our way backstage. It was amazing how we just walked past people and they didn’t say a thing…NOT. A. THING. We kept waiting for someone to tell us that we didn’t belong there, but that never happened. Oh…the POWER! ­čÖé

After a little bit of a wait (I knit on the sock, it’s the rule!) and a few questions, we were led to this tent. Now, here is where things become a little mixed with excitement and disappointment. See, we had hoped that since Lindsay knew one of them personally we would get to at least have a quick ‘Hi’ and a picture with him before the concert. Well, this tent was where they were doing a “meet and greet”. We found out that we were getting our pictures taken with the band but we couldn’t do it ourselves. They had hired a photographer to do it for them. Bummer. I looked at Lindsay and asked her if I should still try for the sock picture. I’m starting to think that it might not be a good idea. She’s all gung-ho about it. She’s not letting me back out now, we’ve come too far!

The tent fills up and we wait for the band. After a short wait and many drunk people, in comes the band! Tommy Thayer came in first and Gene Simmons came in last. Now, that man is SCARY up close in his costume. I’ve always been a little frightened of them but with the reality of it all in my face I kinda lost┬áconsciousness┬áfor a moment. Then suddenly, we find people yelling at us and waving hands in our direction telling us what to do. “FIRST GROUP, HURRY HURRY HURRY!” Lindsay leads the way since she’s the “in” and I follow. As I pass Gene Simmons I see a fist come at my face, I jump a little and look around quickly and realize that he wants a knuckle-bump. Oh! Okay! So, I oblige the scary man in the costume and grab my yarn out of my bag and meekly ask, “Can you hold this?” Before I have the question out of my mouth Eric Singer (the drummer) grabs it from me and holds it. Just the skein, not the needles… So I fumble and say something like “well, uh, actually, can you hold….” then there are people yelling and bright lights and tons of movements so I kind gave up on that and just held it there in front of them. Two pictures and we are told to “MOVE ALONG, HURRY HURRY HURRY! NEXT GROUP!” and we start to walk away shaking hands and thanking them for the passes.

Out side the tent, we stopped. We looked at each other and asked “What just happened? Did we just get a sock picture?”

Awesome Show!

I’ll show you the completed sock tomorrow. ­čÖé

A little something like this…..

I got a SOCK PICTURE! I think this is my initiation into the knitting realm of coolness!

So….Tomorrow is the first art fair that I’ll actually be participating in as a vendor. I have a wide range of emotions about the thought of it. I’m hoping against hope that it will be a good experience for me. I have to admit that I don’t feel as though I’ve worked hard enough for it so I can’t be disappointed if it doesn’t turn out well. But on the other hand, I’ve been working on this stuff for MONTHS! Since the┬ábeginning┬áof April I have been putting stuff together and putting things aside. So, I have a nice haul. About 40 items. I’ll be spending today on finishing touches and maybe a few new things as well. As excited as I am to start a new project, I have to stay focused and finish what’s needed. I hope it all turns out well! Wish me luck.

Live Long and Prosper!