“would you like to purchase a care plan for your sneakers?”

I have been such a bad blogger, I’m sorry. In my defense… well I don’t have one. But knitting has been happening and I’m kind of close to being done with some things. Maybe. Depends on how slackery I get. Although I don’t feel like I’m being slackery because I feel like I’m reading books but then I don’t have any books to prove my point because I am a slow reader. So when I say I’ve been reading books, what I mean is I have been reading one very intense book. Called Cloud Atlas. Which, if you come to my library you will see that it’s on the recommended reading list for summer.

Anyways, here are some pictures that I finally got off of my phone and wanted to share with yous alls.

Last week I taught my friend Heather how to knit. Look at how much fun she’s having! Although I’m pretty sure that she already knew, otherwise she’s one of those genius people who catches on at light speed.

Speaking of Heather, sometimes during lunch we go to the Cupcakery and make some cupcakes. This one I was proud of because I didn’t go completely overboard with it:

Aaaand because you come here for the yarn and not the cupcakes (well maybe you come for the cupcakes too because cupacakes ROCK!) here is a picture from a trip John and I took to Medina:

This is a yarn shop called Studio Knit and it was a lot of fun to check out.

Ideal Stores

So I’ll just randomly start this post out by saying that tomorrow will mark a year since John and me tied some sort of knot in infamy and looked at each other lovingly and said “sure”.

No, he’s a pretty stand up dude. Don’t let me fool ya. I still have no idea what to get him though. I guess anniversaries aren’t as big of a deal as I was building them up to be because everyone I’ve asked can’t remember what they got their sig. oth. for their first ann.

Does it bug you when people constantly abbreviate things that don’t need to be abbreviated but they do it to be cool or something?

Yeah, me neither.

What does bug me is that sometimes I get the shaft when I go into stores. Well, both John and I get a lot of crap. I think a good majority of the disdain radiates because of our baby faces. Although John is growing something on his face to cover up the baby smoothness.

This photo isn’t even completely current because I did make him cut the hair and trim up the… yeaaah. Well, once his hair got cut, something happened and it was like he magically morphed into Abraham Lincoln to me. Which, I don’t know if anyone here has ever seen Robin Hood: Men in Tights but the other night I was like “Hey, Blinkin” and he was like “Did you just say Abe Lincoln?” Then we tittered. OKAY WE’RE YOUNG. (And pretty damn weird.)

But does that mean you have to belittle me when I come into your store? My crazy baby money is just as good as snooty old jerk money.

There is a yarn shop around here that I pretty much refuse to go into anymore because they’re just complete snobby aholes. Or at least the woman who owns it and was always magically there when I went was mean to me and just an unabashed beeeyotch. Which isn’t to say that the yarn shop I go to now isn’t completely filled to the brim with snobbery- oh, it is. However, I usually get over it because of the amazing selection and fact that they’ll leave you alone and not follow you around like you’re a thief… Hrmph.

Anyways, I started thinking about my ideal yarn shop. Which made me realize that I’ve had this problem before I got into knitting… oh yeah, that’s right- I had this same problem with comic book stores! Now, I don’t pretend to be some sort of comic expert or even comic novice, I just like to read em because I like the art and I like the storytelling sometimes.

So there was this store near where I used to live and they were pretty awesome. They always had recommendations that really hit home and the guy who worked there was bald, which completely fascinates me- oh, and he also happened to know what he was talking about 100% of the time but without being pretentious about it. This guy really hit a home run with me. However, after every recommendation he would look around and say, oh yeah, I guess we don’t have that in right now but I can order it in for you. So two weeks later I get a call and I’m like, wait, what’s in? Whatever sense of being amped up I had was pretty much faded by the time the comic got in.

That made me run to the other store, which usually had everything that I’d ever wanted… and then a totally brain dead zombie running the cash register. It’s a scary thing when you’re contemplating checking somebody for a pulse and then expecting correct change, let alone recommendations.

I needed a middle ground!

That’s how I feel about yarn shops too. There’s a really great yarn shop (heh) and the people are awesome and will give you all kinds of advice on how to save money even. Then there’s the shop that actually has the yarn that I want.

Also, speaking of store snobbery, I got a new computar!

My last trip to the Apple store was pretty disastrous. However this trip was FRIGGIN AWESOME!

Oh yeah and I also got a promotion at work! So things here at Baby Face Central are pretty awesome. Or at least when people at stores aren’t being jerks. C’est la vie and also psycho killer, qu’est que c’est.

Perspective

Okay, so this might meander a little, if you want to, feel free and skip down to the one knitting related picture I’ve taken lately.

There’s a book:

And I’ve wanted to knit a particular something out of this book for a long time… but I couldn’t justify buying the whole book because it’s expensive and I just don’t think I have a whatever body to make anything in this book work. There are also some ladies that I knit with:

(Thanks Betty for letting me use this photo!)

Well the one lady on the right, three people up or two people down depending on how you look at it is the Molly that I feel like I’m always talking about, or at least always all of the sudden. When she saw that I had finally decided to take the plunge and knit something from that book, she said that she loves the patterns but wouldn’t make anything because she would look “lumpy”. Which I thought was funny later on that night because I showed John that picture so he could see who all of these “Mollys” were… he looked at it and when I point out Mollylouhoo, the first thing he said was “she looks like a knitter” and the second thing he said was “she could eat a sandwich or two.” Which is his way of saying, Jesus, she’s skinny.

I don’t know what it is about us people but we all have sort of ‘innocent’ (and often not so innocent) ways of making judgments about peoples appearances and then saying it to that person. Like one time I was on a plane with a Woody Allen impersonator.

(I stole this image from here.)

Anyways, while this guy was telling me about how many jigawatts his first computer had and how he got his first neurotic tendency, he said “well you don’t have any piercings or tattoos, so I guess I can safely assume you’re not one of those ska girls.”

Which takes me back again to this time where I was in high school and a girl I didn’t know very well randomly said to me: “You know, your nose isn’t actually too bad. It’s not big, it’s not small, it’s actually kind of cute.”

Er, gee thanks. I think?

So, yeah, my point is that everything is a matter of perspective. That Woody Allen guy thought he could talk to me ad nauseam because I wasn’t one of those dreaded ska girls. Whereas my mom’s family is a bunch of jerks who say intensely hurtful things about my appearance pretty much nonstop. A reason I will never go back to being a red head. LOL, okay, that was probably a bad decision in the first place but honestly, they have no room to ever make criticisms about appearance. Oh snap!

Also! I feel the need to share a spur of the moment type thing… I got a new bike!

It is a red Schwinn Passage.

I don’t know anything about bikes. I just told my dad that I wanted a cheap bike that was light weight because I’m a puss and won’t ride anything that’s heavy since that’s like extra work and stuff like OMG. Well I guess someone he’s working for who does triathlons (just typing that word makes me sick a little) just got herself a new (kickass-er) bike, so I get her super sweet Schwinn… which according to the bike dude at the bike place is “a really nice bike.” (He said that about 20 times and I swear I thought he was going to get my address to come and steal this thing from me.) Actually, the bike dude almost fainted when we told him I was getting it for free because apparently… it’s a really nice bike.

Which is a shame honestly since I have no idea how to ride a nice bike. Every bike I’ve owned until now has been bought from Meier and came with a free air pump, like nice basketballs sometimes do.

So yeah, I’m knitting that Corset-Bodice nightgown from that book, in case you were getting curious about knitting…

I’m getting excited about it. This picture shows all of the yarn that I had invested in that Yosemite. Which goes to show that one mans broken half of a sweater is that same mans almost finished holey top thing. I mean, it’s all about perspective right? Oh, circular!

P.S. Does anyone have any good bike resources or knowledge they want to share with me? Because I need some serious help.

P.P.S. Sometimes I look at myself and think “geez you’re fleshy”.

Quickidate.

Thanks so much for the suggestions on my previous post about the yarn baby’s deceitfulness. I wish I had a scale or something so I could weigh it because not only does that sound like the most resourceful and easy way to figure it out- it also sounds cool in a “something Bill Nye would do” kind of way.

Both the boy and I stayed home sick today because we have somehow contracted sars. We’re not dying, we just have tiny spurts of energy that last for about ten minutes and then we’re done for the next hour. All the while sniffling, coughing and gasping in large amounts of cat hair, which I’m sure is making us waaay better- it’s getting pretty lame here. Pity party over here, whoop whoop!

So, here’s a meme:

More info here. (I would like to see other peoples (I won’t name names but you know who you are), I got this one from Bittersweet.)