Our Lady of Syntax

Hats are like knitting candy. They're about as close to instant gratification as this hobby gets--I whipped up two in less than two weeks, and I'm a slow knitter with papers to write--and easy enough to do on the train or while watching TV (unlike, say, color work, which I actually have to think about) but still interesting enough that I don't fall into a stockinette coma. Good times!

Meanwhile, the one downside to the glorious spring weather is that I find myself endlessly resentful of having to sit in an office and do work. Le sigh. Half-day Fridays can't start soon enough, I tell you what.


(Click on the pic to see the whole set, including one in which my darling teddy bear poses as a hat model.)

Okay, so I've been planning for ages to knit myself a pair of fingerless gloves once I finally finish the Neverending Ravenclaw Scarf, but I think I might want these even more. Granted, I don't actually ever wear pumps, and the Groundhog predicted an early end to the need for leg-warmer-type accessories, but still... how great are they? There's a girl I see in the elevator who has a pair she wears all the time, and I WANT. Plus, how much fun is it to say "Spatterdashes"? Go on, say it to yourself and try to be in a grouchy mood. I dare you.

Other things I want: the shoes in that link.

Other footwear that makes me uncharacteristically excited: These Victorian Hooker Boots, which I just ordered yesterday and around which I plan to basically construct a wardrobe. Hello, tax refund. And hello, three-inch heels. It's about time you and I became acquainted. Please don't kill me, kthxbye.

Tonight I cleaned the kitchen, made chili, and learned the purl, seed, and rib stitches.

Then I planted myself a Victory Garden, because apparently I am a 1940s housewife.

I effing rule.