Domestically Challenged

The Contest Continues...

I am still not done my purple top.  I will get back to it, I just need to overcome the mental block of sewing the whole thing together.  Speaking of sewing, last week Carrice emailed me this photo of a purple dress she sewed for a wedding this summer.  Now, I know that there is no way that I can compete with Carrice on the sewing machine, so I think it's safer to save all competition with her for an even playing field. I can still be jealous of her skills, though.  How did I end up with such talented (and busty) friends?

          

PS: I have a total crush on the ranch tooth.

The Unofficial Purple Top Contest

Jessica is one of my oldest friends and is one of the few people I know who shares my competitive streak.  Therefore I’m hoping she understands about the Unofficial Purple Top Contest.  You see, Jessica learned to knit after I did.  Thus, it seems logical to me that I should be the better knitter and that my FOs should turn out nicer than her FOs.  I present Jessica’s first knit top ever:

 

This is the Sexie top from Stitch and Bitch Nation that she knit using a cone of purple rayon.  Despite suspicions that she had knit the wrong size, it turned out beautifully.  I also don’t believe she took into consideration gauge, ease or flattering patterns.  Although Jessica could wear a potato sack and still be hot like fire.

So how does the Unofficial Purple Top Contest fit in?  Since Jessica’s first top turned out so well, there is additional pressure on me for my second top to be nicer as she’s already blown my first top out of the water.  I should also mention that the contest is unofficial because Jessica does not know about it.  It’s all in my head. 

Although it could be argued that my Hourglass Sweater is my second top, I technically started my purple top last summer when I was seduced by this pattern in the R2 magazine:

 

When I started the top, I still didn’t know much about gauge, ease or patterns that flattered my body although you’d think I would have learned from my mistakes with the first top.  Anyway, after I had knit all of the squares for this top I lost momentum when I realized I had to sew them all together – I dislike seaming.  I was also resentful of the R2 mag because I bought a ball of rag yarn.  RAGS!  I had paid money for RAGS!  In anger, I shoved the squares deep into the bottom of my stash.  I even forgot about them until Brianne visited and raided the stash.  She found the sorry little squares and encouraged me to finish it, especially when I told her how much the rag cost.

Stay tuned to find out the results of the Unofficial Purple Top Contest.   

My Tits Are A Blog!

Well, not my tits.

Last night we went to our favourite Wednesday night haunt, Spirits, to watch the open mic night hosted by Joanna Downey.  There are many good things about open night mic, like that it's free, but I think most people go to see Joanna, who is hillarious.  She can usually make me laugh so hard that I cry.

Right before she started to introduce one of the comics, she launched into a story that began with,

"MY TITS ARE A BLOG!"

Well, they aren't a blog exactly, but still, there's a discussion thread about it on Toronto Comedy.com.  Joanna is pretty self-deprecating when it comes to her age, but I can only hope that people will still check out my boobs when I'm over 35.

KNITTING CONTENT:

I realize that's its been pretty knitting impoverished around here, but believe me, things are in the works.  I am one section away from being finished the body of the perfect-pie shawl.  Then all that's left is the picot edge.  I've never done a picot edge before, so it should be interesting.  This is a picture of a swatch I started for a secret project.  I'm using some left-over filatura di crosa from the dna scarf I made costin.  Filatura di crosa is my favourite yarn.  Yum.

Find out what this is a picture of next time and who will come out the winner of the best purple top contest.

Wedding

**UPDATE: see more fabulous wedding pics at: http://fabulousweddingweekend.blogspot.com/

Last weekend, my little sister got married.

This is a picture of the bride and groom immediately after being introduced as husband and wife.  I think it's my favourite picture so far. I had such a great time at the wedding and I actually enjoyed speaking.  My older sister and I made a Top Ten List of why Sami had married the best sister.  It was a fairly easy to write considering all we had to do was think of all the reasons we are jealous of her. 

                           

Here are my fellow bridesmaids and I getting our hair and makeup done.  We are all wearing white zip-up sweatshirts the bride had made.  All of the bridesmaids sweatshirts say "bridesmaids" and my sister's says "bride".  We were a hit wherever we wore them.

Here's a picture of my family on the golf course with the bride and groom.  Both the wedding and reception took place at the golf course, but the ceremony was on a peninsula overlooking the lake.  Luckily the weather was gorgeous; not too hot, not too cold.  I was scared it would be 35 degrees (Celsius)!  I loved the bridesmaids dresses but for some reason when we got the dresses, the chest was WAY bigger than the waist and we all had to get them taken in.  Because of the crazy boning, even though I still didn't fill out the top after it was altered, you couldn't tell.  I just looked busty - bonus!  My shoes weren't as big a hit and came off immediately after the ceremony - ouch!

                     

Mary and Sami took dance lessons and their first dance was soooo cute.  They did spins, twirls and complicated footwork.  I really just put this picture in so you could get a view of the dress from the back.

Now the two lovebirds are in Paris on their honeymoon.  Yesterday, Mary emailed us their adventures at the Aquadome.  Apparently Sami's swim trunks were inappropriate attire and he wasn't allowed in unless he wore a speedo or a tight, booty-short type suit.  He opted for the booty-shorts.  It's a good thing this couple is obsessed with working-out!

               

Broken

As Jessica alluded to in the comments, Costin did encounter some misfortune.

                                       

Tuesday night, he was hanging out with a friend who was visiting from San Diego.  At some point during the evening, the testosterone got the best of them and they decided to have a foot race (this may have had something to do with them being in close proximity to so many frat houses).  From what I've heard (I was not present for the accident), Costin lost his balance due to the extreme velocity he had reached, and had a spectacular fall.  He sustained the following injuries: road rash on his right elbow, bruised left hip, broken 7th rib on the left side and broken left radius.  This must have been some fall.  I am extremely happy he did not hit his head or break his back!  The worst part about his broken arm is that it is very close to the elbow.  This meant that they couldn't put a cast on him in the ER, even though we had been waiting for 4 hours and had been looking forward to getting Costin a hot pink cast.  At the fracture clinic the next day, they again decided not to put a cast on until they've decided whether they would do surgery to put a pin in it.  So, until then, he gets to wear the gorgeous arm sling featured in the above picture.

It's a good thing that Costin doesn't knit!