So That Happened...

A Knitting Preview

The needles, they have been moving here in Chez Moi.

More on all of these projects when they're finished!

If I Was Really Anti-Social, I Wouldn't Be There to Begin With

A conversation that took place this week at the local LYS:

Woman: Why are you so anti-social?

Me (looking up from my knitting and mentally picking my jaw up off the floor): Excuse me?

Woman: Why are you so anti-social?

Me (wondering if my expression clearly shows how taken aback I am by her inquiry): I'm not. I'm just a quiet person.

Woman (trying to laugh it off): Oh, I'm just giving you a hard time.

Me (to myself): YEAH RIGHT.

I will say that I can be a little subdued whenever I am in a large group (I'm much better when dealing with people in a one-on-one or small group situation), so this woman is not entirely wrong. I admit to being quieter than normal when I go to the LYS because I like listening to all the conversations taking place while doing my own thing in the corner. HOWEVER, why one would even ask that question of someone else is beyond me. I mean, really.

Over the Hump

Look! My Simple Knitted Bodice is starting to look like an actual sweater!

It looks good, no? I'm really very happy with it. It fits snugly where I want it to fit, and has enough give where give is needed. Now my goal is to finish the sleeves before the end of the week so that I can say I finished the sweater in a month! I'll put up more info on my modifications once it's all said and done.

I just had a thought: my mom would be so mortified if she 1) knew about this blog, 2) saw that I put up a picture of myself in a streaky mirror, and 3) put up a picture of myself in my Christmas snowglobe pajama pants. Sigh.

Progress

I haven't written anything about knitting for some time (and I know I haven't finished my travelogue - I'll get on that, I swear), but I have been working on projects. Truly. Here's proof:

I am over halfway done with the Simple Knitted Bodice from Stitch Diva Studios. It is for me - ME! Mwahahaha. I have finished the Chevron Lace detail and Purl Ridges, and am about to start the hip shaping. I just need to try it on to see how it fits.

When this sweater is done I'll write a longer post in which I'll tell you all about the frogging, the re-frogging, and Clifford the Big Red Yarn Football.

Day 3: Talk to the Mummified Right Hand

:: taps mic ::

Is this thing on?  Sorry for the delay; technology seems to hate me nowadays.  Anyway, shall we continue?

Wait, I forgot one thing.  Do you know what I forgot to mention in my post about arriving in Budapest?  When we were going through our luggage after checking in, I looked for the knitting project I had packed for this trip.  No, not the Budapest Slouch, but another project - something I had been working on for weeks and wanted to finish. Anyway, before we left I put it in one of the front pockets of my suitcase because I didn't have room for it in my carry-on.  Upon arrival, I immediately looked for the project in my suitcase...and it was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.  I couldn't find it ANYWHERE.  I started questioning myself: did I really put it in the front pocket, or did I put it inside?  Did some TSA agent with a yarn addiction swipe it?  I got SO MAD when I thought of all the time I put into the project and now it was gone and existing somewhere in the great divide between Los Angeles and Europe.  I wanted to cry, I was so sad and mad.  Best. Travel Day. Ever!

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December 30: Budapest

Jen and I woke up to a very chilly New Year's Eve, uh, Eve.  The first thing we did was turn on the TV and make friends with the German music channel, Viva.  Oh, how we loved Viva! I'm going to write more about this marvelous network later, but you should know that the only channels we watched were CNN International, BBC World News, and Viva.  Yeah, there was German MTV, but it showed American MTV programming with German subtitles, so it sucked.  It was just like home!

We had a lot of ground to cover during our short time in Budapest (places were going to be closed early on New Year's Eve and Day), so we got started early and made haste to the hotel's complimentary breakfast buffet.  Mmm, buffets.

Clockwise from upper left: oatmeal; wheat toast; scrambled eggs; spinach; pineapple; kiwi, and crepes, all washed down with orange juice and tea.  When I am rich, I am going to hire someone to make this for me every morning. 

The first stop of the day was St. Stephen's Basilica, home of King Istvan's mummified hand.  I really wanted to see the hand, people.  The church was a few blocks from our hotel, so I (very stupidly) thought I could handle being outside without a hat.  No, I wasn't smoking crack.  SO STUPID, I know, because it was FREEZING.  We made our way to the church and all I thought of on the way was how I was going to lose my ears if I didn't cover them soon.  Yikes.

 

The Virgin Mary statue.

One section of the church's interior.   We were packed like sardines into one corner, so this was the best shot I could take.

   

A nice shot of the dome and a terribly blurry shot of the altar with its two Christmas trees.  We were cordoned off from the pews so this was as close we could get without paying for the tour - the tour which included seeing King Istvan's hand!  That's right - we didn't get to see the hand!  (Well, we could have, but neither of us wanted to pony up the cash, plus the tour was going to take long.)  Color us sad.

Another shot of the dome, this time with more detail.

This looks like it would be the main door to the church, but we in fact entered through another door on the side.

This is one of my favorite shots from the trip.  I was in line to look at the rosaries for sale and Jen went to the plaza to take pictures of the church.  See that person standing to the left of center?  That's her.  Hee.

Detail of the statues above the entry.

Mr. Bear!

St. Stephen's Basilica with Christmas tree.

By now I couldn't feel my ears (!) so we went back to the hotel for my hat.  This was when Jen and I started talking about how we (okay, I) wanted to buy a big fur hat because it was SO COLD.  The "How cold are we?" topic came up often and in various permutations.  After spending less than five minutes outside, I thought it would have been smart to have knit this.  Sigh.

I love this picture.

Our hotel!  It had a casino; you can see its entrance in the lower left of the exterior.   The name of the casino?  Las Vegas.  Really.

I don't know why our hotel had a plane hanging in its lobby, but it did.

Now armed with a hat, it was off to the Chain Bridge.  Lucky for us we didn't have to go far as it was right outside our hotel.

Jen's Requisite Photo In Front Of Royal Castle and Chain Bridge.

My Requisite Photo In Front of Royal Castle and Chain Bridge.

The Chain Bridge with its lions facing Pest.  Did you know that Buda and Pest are actually two different cities?  Buda is on the other side of this bridge and is where the Royal Castle is located.  You can see part of it in the center of the photo.

The lion on the left...

...and the lion on the right.  Remember what they look like.  I'm just sayin'.

The Royal Castle and the Danube.  So pretty!

The Four Seasons Hotel in Roosevelt ter.  It was next to our hotel and faces the bridge.  We were excited about eating and knitting at its famous coffeehouse but we checked it out and it was WAY fancier than expected, so we didn't go. 

Mr. Bear at the Chain Bridge.

We then walked up the Danube to our next stop, Parliament, which is in Kossuth ter.

Parliament - George Clinton not included.  (Speaking of, wouldn't it be cool if George took pictures in front of every parliament building?  That would be AWESOME.)

We wanted to take the tour of Parliament but met this instead:

FINE. 

The Kossuth memorial, also in Kossuth ter.

After being disgruntled over missing out on the tour of Parliament, we made our way to the Hungarian State Opera House.  More walking, walking, walking, which did very little to keep us warm.

I really like taking pictures of mailboxes.  Here is a Hungarian one. 

The Imre Nagy memorial in Martyrs' Square. 

In order to get to the opera house, we had walk up Andrassy ut, one of the finest streets in Budapest.  I like their street signs; they look so pretty.

The Hungarian State Opera House on Andrassy ut.

The lobby. 

Everyone on the tour had to wear protective booties.  Here is a shot of our feet.

The nicest concession stands I've ever seen.

The old smoking corridor, which was about the size of a closet.  According to our tour guide, this was where the men would light up during intermission when it was too cold outside.  I was surprised that it didn't reek of smoke.

The staircase.  I kind of want to sweep down it while wearing a fine ballgown, opera gloves and diamonds.

The royal staircase.  This entrance is used only by the royal family to get to their box.  There were people at the bottom of the staircase blowing up balloons for the opera house's New Year's festivities.

Another shot of the royal entrance.  The ceilings and fixtures were stunning.

We got to take pictures of the opera house from a balcony.  This was my first shot of the ceiling.

Aaaaand here's my blurry shot of the interior.  Gah.  I tried SO hard to get a nice still, too. 

The tour ended with us in the seats of the house.  This is a shot of the ceiling from below.

And here is a close-up.

The stage!  It's so very grand, no?

By now we were getting hungry, so we decided to start looking for food.  My copy of Top 10 Budapest mentioned a place that had the best name we had ever heard, so off we went to find it.

Oktagon Square.  We went here for New Year's. 

Don't you love my stealth shot of this woman and her fabulous style?  I'm not one for patchwork myself but this totally works on her.  Awesome. 

Andrassy ut at night.  Sparkly!

We walked and walked and walked some more, and after some time we couldn't find the restaurant and were getting mighty annoyed, not to mention really cold. Grr.  Just when we were about to give up:

There it was!  The Marquis de Salade!  Best Name Ever!  That is about all I can say about it because we did not end up eating there.  It's a long story.  The proprietor should sell merchandise with the restaurant's name, because I was all about buying a Marquis de Salade shirt.

It was getting late (or so it seemed), and we were quite famished and even more cold.  SO COLD.  We walked back towards our hotel in the hopes of finding food and ended up on Vaci utca, a major pedestrian thoroughfare that reminded us of Santa Monica's Third Street Promenade. 

See? 

Pertu Station was where we ended up eating because of its non-smoking section, which is pretty hard to come by in a place where smoking is still permitted inside restaurants.  I was quite amused by the Hard Rock Cafe-esque logo.

My goulash and Hungarian beer.  I really wanted some goulash while in Budapest and Pertu's did the trick.  It was warm, spicy and just what I needed to warm up.  I had a Hungarian roommate in college and I remember her goulash being much thicker, but this was very good, too. 

And with our stomachs full, it was time to head back to the hotel - the warm hotel with our warm room and warm TV.  Ooh, warmth.  And TV.

Hungarian forints, in case you were wondering what the currency looked like.

EEEE!  You all know how much I love Cash Cab, right?  Look what I found: the German version of Cash Cab!   Yay!  I wonder if Ben Bailey knows.  Someone tell him, okay?  Also tell him that I LOVE HIM AND HIS SHOW, won't you?  Thanks!

And now here is the first photo of my Budapest Slouch in progress.  I used Wendy Bernard's Le Slouch pattern which worked so well for me before, but called the project the Budapest Slouch because it was made for the trip.  The hat is made out of less than two skeins of Lamb's Pride Bulky in Cafe au Lait, and was knitted on size 9 and 10 needles.  Being that the yarn is a wool/mohair blend, I could not WAIT to get this done so that I could keep my head really warm!

We got some Britney video-watching in that night, too.  If we only knew that we would be hearing the Craziest Britney News EVER later that week!

I ended the day with the treat from my Malev chocolate fairy.  And with that, it was time to turn in!

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If you made it this far, thank you!  I hope you didn't find this annoyingly long.  Be sure to tune in later for more!

You May Want To Rethink That

I was on Ravelry this morning (for those unfamiliar with the site, it's essentially Facebook for knitters.) Anywho, on Ravelry there are a bunch of groups you can join if you like, say, Gerard Butler or Newsies or Mythbusters (all of which I am a member, naturally, because I LOVE THEM), but I just noticed that there is a new group created by fans of the CBS TV show, The Big Bang Theory.

Its name?

THE BIG BANG GANG.

Oh YES, that is what they call themselves. Because it’s good to have your group name be one dyslexic (yet hilariously unfortunate) moment away from porn. Bom-chicka-bom-bom!

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In other news, you all know how much I love Cash Cab. This week Discovery re-aired the episode in which two fairly young and incredibly smarmy people did not know that the GODFATHER OF SOUL was JAMES BROWN or that Prince's movie and best-selling (not to mention BRILLIANT) album was called PURPLE RAIN, and I got to slap a fresh coat of hate on them all over again. I can't believe I forgot to mention them in my earlier rant about stupid contestants.

As for show host Ben Bailey? He remains as awesome as ever. I love you, Ben!

Stop The Presses! Breaking Knitting News!

You may remember how way back in February I wrote about how much I wanted Keri Russell's hat from Sundance. I still do. I came pretty close to it with my Le Slouch (which I absolutely love, mind you, and get plenty o' compliments on), but Keri's hat NEEDS TO BE MINE. After months of searching the internet for signs of hat pattern life, I turned up with nothing.

Until now.

I was checking out Craftster this week and discovered that Knitology has created a pattern for Keri's hat! I KNOW! EEEEEEE!

Want to make one for yourself? Click here for her Felicity hat pattern. Make sure to leave a nice comment while you're there! She did do all the work for us, you know. Ravelry-minded types: FYI, the pattern has already been added to the site. I've already moved it up to the top of my queue!

Stop - Ninja Time!

Did you know that today is the Annual Day of the Ninja? Now you do! So get your ninja on and attack a co-worker from behind with your mad stealth skills. Or, perhaps, give your favorite kickball team (in my case, the Awesome Helicopter Ninjas) a collective high five!

I personally would love to make myself my nieces a Ninja Sweater. How awesome is that?

You're Charging HOW Much For A Scarf?!

The Los Angeles Times ran an article yesterday on the connected scarf and how a store owner's grandmother is knitting them herself to keep up with demand.  The article also has a knitting pattern, and it's just about the easiest thing ever.  A scarf made up of ribbing with a color change?  Cake.

Craft-minded folks (and anyone else who cares), why don't you click on the link and see how much the scarves go for?  Go ahead.  I'll wait.  DID YOU SEE THE PRICE?!  I KNOW.  I'm just sayin'.

Speaking of knitting, I have been on a streak but late last week I started feeling some minor pain in my forearms, and I took that as a sign that I had better put the needles down and take a break.  Of course, this means I have more to catch up on later, but it was nice taking some time off.  I know my hands will thank me later.

All Quiet On The Knitting Front

I realized that I haven't written about my knitting lately; that is because it's No Joke Last-Minute Crunch Time for holiday knitting, and I can't put up any pictures of what I'm working on without giving everything away. Just know that I've been cranking (ha - I just typed 'cranky,' which is true - hello, Freudian slip!) out little presents like a machine.

Have you seen this year's holiday stamps from the USPS? This year's theme is Holiday Knits! The pictures on the stamps are done in Fair Isle! How cute is that? I saw the stamps yesterday plus Dawn wrote to me about them, so I figured this was breaking postage news and thus post-worthy.

Finally, last night I calculated how many yards of yarn I have in my stash. You know, just because. It's easier when you maintain an anal-retentive Excel spreadsheet. (Yes, I know Ravelry helps you to calculate your stash, but I haven't documented all my yarn on the site.) Anywho, my one rule was to tally the number of unused yards of yarn (as in I did not include yarn already used in projects) and came up with the following numbers:

52,039 yards, which equals:
- 29.57 miles
- 156,117 feet
- 1,873,404 inches
- 47.58 kilometers
- 47,584 meters
- 4,758,446 centimeters

Damn.