No, no, not a bad one! Just “Beastly”; my girlfriends and I watched the first half of it at lunch yesterday. I love MovieMom’s take on it, basically that the beast is always far more interesting than the prince.
That has certainly been my experience.
Can’t wait for lunch today. I love books and movies where the guy wakes up and realizes he wants the smart girl with character. Vanessa Hudgens is lovely in a smart-girl way; she reminds me a little of Maggie Gyllenhaal. And Neil Patrick Harris is perfect in his role. Especially when he is playing darts. Or picking out his tie.
Bittiest’s present is more than halfway done. I don’t anticipate a lot of progress on it until Knit Night, as I don’t want to miss anything while watching the movie today.
I blocked Lark’s shawlette yesterday. I will take it to Knit Night and then drop it at her place if anyone is home when I’m ready to go. Firstborn and 1BDH work full time and go to school full time. Including summer school. And Lark just got a job. [So proud of her!] Here is a close-up of the pattern. You can just barely see the beads at the hem.
I was feeling mildly ambitious after I unpinned it, so I put Willow’s shawlette to soak but was suddenly too tired to pin it out before going to bed. So it spent the night in the fridge, wrapped up in a towel.
I wanted to take it to Knit Night too, but it dried out a little too much while I pinned it out this morning, so after that was done I goosed it with a spray bottle. I’ll take it next week then bring it home to be properly wrapped for Willow’s birthday in October.
And then there was the matter of the surprise package from Tola: one full skein of Malabrigo in a luscious Tuscan red, and a partial ball of white, and a skein of Berroco Ultra Alpaca in basic black, all to make chemo hats for the new guy. Just about did me in. Pictures later, if I remember.
Very interesting discussion with the new guy last night, via email, re: his chemo drugs. I will likely spend the next few nights reading up on all that. How to phrase this delicately? Men with a romantic partner are strongly cautioned not to impregnate said partner while on chemo, or for six months afterward. *So* not a problem, as we both live the law of chastity.
I have not seen the Red Fairy in over three years. But yes, I will be discussing this with my doctor when I have my well-woman in a few weeks, because when I did that post-menopause study in December, my blood levels indicated that I was only perimenopausal. I told him it was an interesting thing to be discussing, even peripherally, when we are not even holding hands at this point, and when he has more urgent things on his mind than popping the question.
But yeah, I had wondered, fleetingly: if one is married to a man who is on chemo, and the man has enough energy between bouts of vomiting and hair loss to be romantically inclined, does one have to worry about glowing in the dark, oneself?
[My poor daughters. I suspect that they are all gagging at this point.] OK, one of my characteristically abrupt changes of subject. I love my iPod. It really takes the drudgery out of things like blocking, a process I like only slightly more than cutting out things to sew, or getting my teeth cleaned. Thank you, ladies. Ya done good!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!