the girly who shall end all girls

my inner teenager is always just under the surface.

i had two separate people warn me about fatigue and pain from knitting with tiny circular needles; you stay in the same position for a long time and it's easy to overdo. well, that wouldn't happen to me because i am a special snowflake.

of course i charged ahead and completely wrecked my hands. as in it hurt to pet the dog.

yes, i have sought treatment. basically i need to rest and listen to my body. if i'm still in pain at the two-week mark i have real trouble.

i've been not-knitting for a week, and it is driving me bonkers because it turns out everything i like to do (and my job) requires my hands.

these are the offending socks.





i'm quite proud of them since i learned multiple new techniques in the process: sock blank dying, magic loop, toe-up construction, and two-at-a-time knitting. and to put my work down more often.

last night i met C at Whole Foods for dinner.

after dinner i bought 80% organic hypoallergenic moisturizer that has not been tested on animals, and an almond gelato.

then we went to REI because i had a member coupon and it's their big sale. i wanted C to get a Sigg bottle because of the bisphenol A scare, but he didn't like any of the patterns, so we decided to look for one online. we looked at travel backpacks (still trying to decide if we're going to europe with the rolling carryons or not). i bought a bunch of Smartwool socks because they were on sale for less than half price. C got pants with articulated knees and a hemp/cotton blend shirt.

we were able to agree that no human needs a $450 unlined windbreaker. but C looked so good in it i actually thought about how to budget it and i think it was then i realized that i had to write this post.

i picked up my film festival pass today. the picture isn't bad.

i wrote this post and then looked up the links, not the other way around.

ETA: a comma for scarlettina.