Saturday, January 31, 2009


here we go!

this morning, my yarn winder finally arrived!

a yarn winder (and i'm not even sure if that's the technical name for this thing, but the only thing printed on it is "made in china") is a little simple machine that you thread your yarn onto and wind up so your loose hank of yarn becomes a neat little ball of yarn that you can knit from. it's like a larger and more manually operated version of a bobbin winder on a sewing machine.

i've wanted one of these yarn winder fuckers for a really long time. carson refused to get one for me for christmas (carson has this thing about gifts -- he doesn't like to buy things for people that they ask for, you know -- things that would definitely make the recipient happy; he prefers the risk, i guess), so i just ordered one for myself. i've got so much yarn sitting around that needs to be balled up, and obviously i can't do that without a yarn winder.

well, the yarn winder is kind of a pain in the ass. it works -- there's no design defect or anything -- but it really kinda needs a device called a "swift", which looks like this. the thing is, a swift is a lot more expensive than just a yarn winder, and i'm totally cheap (and poor), so i've foregone the swift for now. but i know that having a swift would probably make yarn winding much less rage-inducing...

like this morning, when i opened the front door and saw my little yarn winder box on the porch, i was SO FUCKING EXCITED that i had to try it out IMMEDIATELY. and because i'm an inherently impatient girl, i got yarn (and cats and myself) all tangled and knotted everywhere and ended up cursing up a storm at the stupid yarn winder. so i decided that i should probably just get the hell out of the house for a while so no further harm could ensue.

i didn't do too much on my little errand-running, get-away-from-the-yarn-catastrophe adventure, but everywhere i went, everyone totally had the superbowl fever! pittsburgh has really grown on me in the four years that i've lived here, and one of the things i find incredibly charming about this town is how excited people get about the steelers. the steelers got me, too. my first year here i tried to hate. and then the icy shackles around my heart started to melt and i, too, became a believer. (although it should be made clear that the penguins are the pittsburgh team that truly has my heart.)

so when i got to costco and that silly "here we go" steelers song was blasting through the aisles of bulk merchandise, i kinda got this embarrassingly teenagery feeling of cameraderie and solidarity with my pittsburgh brothers and sisters. fuck yeah, steelers! you're goddamn right i want us to win the freaking superbowl and prove to the world that we are the greatest NFL team ever (no other NFL team has won six superbowls)!

so, yeah. i started today as an angry scorned knitter, but i've ended up filled with the superbowl spirit.

and now i'm gonna try and convert this spirit into more yarn-ball-making. wish me luck...


Sunday, January 25, 2009

can't make any promises, but... i am.

i just reclaimed my office from the dreaded "extra room syndrome". yes, i just made that up. but it's when you've got a room in your house that you designate for some purpose, but since it's not a room designated for some regular necessity (bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, living room), it becomes the junk room, the room where you stash all the stuff that you accumulate but don't really use. then you can close that room's door and voila! all is orderly and proper!

i did a lot of housekeeping/organizing today (including collecting all of my knitting needles and accoutrements from various locations and bags throughout the house and putting them where they belong -- in an old tanqueray tin; and untangling the fire hazard of cords and wires connecting my tv to its various input devices) because lately i've felt kinda, well, kinda bleccchh. not for any reason, just have the my-life-is-kinda-boring blues. so maybe now that i feel that i have more control over my living space, i'll feel more in control of my time and my sense of well-being.

...which leads me to throckmorton. i miss this blog. i've kinda replaced the void it once filled with a mildly obsessive relationship to facebook, but facebook makes me feel like an asshole every time i ignore a friend request from someone who isn't really my friend. and lately i've felt a little put off by just how personal some of my facebookfriends get with their facebooking. i have thoughts and feelings, too! but i think it's better not to bombard the various and attenuated online contacts i've gathered with my deepest, darkest musings every time they open their facebook homepage.

anyway, i'm thinking of blogging again. yes -- i've said this before...and nothing has come of it. so i'm gonna treat this like when i quit smoking (which, for the record, was two fucking years ago which means i can now say that the portion of my life spent as a smoker is less than half) and not look at this as a big deal, just something i'm gonna do and if it works, then good.

but let's face it -- i'm not getting any younger, and if i want this site to turn into a book deal, i better get to work, right?