It's Friday, Friday, Friday....Day Four

Random photo, random thoughts:

• This photo was taken late summer when there were still some flowers and bees.
• I used a longer lens on my SLR, but not a super long lens.
• Yep, that is how I identify camera lenses.
• Don't even get me started on shutter speed or iso or exposure.
• Lack of knowledge has never stopped me from doing stuff.
• I occasionally take decent photos anyway, just dumb luck.
• On that day I got a bunch of them, but I'm going to spread them out a little.
• A month is a long time.
• Watching House Hunters with my husband is enough to make me crazy.
• With every home shown and price mentioned he has to repeat the cost of the home in tones of  shocked outrage.
• I mean, we all know that it is cheaper to live practically anywhere else in the world than New England.
• And he is ready to do just that.
• I, on the other hand, like it here just fine. Thank you,very much.
• I just had a random thought, but I forgot it as I was about to type it.
• Sadly, this happens about every other thought.
• There. It just happened again.
• I have a date next week with my middle daughter. Lunch and fabric shopping.
• She wants to make a quilt for her boyfriend.
• I warned her that some people (I among them) believe that knitting or sewing or any other thing for a boyfriend is to be avoided before there is a ring on the finger.
• She laughed.
• Then she thought.
• "But I already told him that I was going to surprise him with something I made!" she argued.
• Then she thought some more.
• Like over days.
• I really didn't want to discourage her from making a quilt.
• I've been about dying to have one of my kids show an interest in something, anything that I do.
• I also didn't want her to jinx her relationship with someone who might take her off my hands a guy she really likes.
• Well, thinking won out.
• She told the bf about the quilt/ring situation and is now making a quilt for herself and their future apartment, but in Ben colors.
• I have personal experience with the never knit for the boyfriend rule.
• My first real boyfriend, I decided to make him a sweater for Christmas.
• He was away at school at the time and when I mentioned it to his mother, a woman who didn't waste any of her love on me (God rest her soul), laughed at me.
• Something about sleeves being different lengths.
• GRRRR....
• Anyway, I knit the sweater, a nice Bernat pattern (ravelry link) from one of their Irish knits pattern books.
• It just ocurred to me that this post would be way better with a photo of said sweater on said boyfriend.
• It was a great fitting sweater (take THAT! mom of bf)
• But random posts written by me are pretty stream of consciousness and this one came in this direction with no prior plan.
• I have two choices:
• First, follow my nature and start digging around, looking for photos, obsess over finding that one picture I have of former bf in the jinx sweater, wasting hours of my life, driving myself crazy, knowing that in a perfect post that picture would appear right here or
• Get over it and finish this post and go to bed.
• Back to the Irish Sweater story, photoless.
• (I'm getting all itchy and anxious......)
• Anyway, it is no surprise that of course that relationship ended, I was dumped.
• Yes, I'm over it.
• I was over it in about two days.
• Must not have been true love after all.
• Then again, I'm usually over relationships in about two days.
• I'm not sure what that says about me, but I don't want to explore that right now.
• Or ever.
• BACK TO THE SWEATER:
• The break up isn't the end of the sweater break-up story.
• I got a call sometime later from the ex-boyfriend asking me how to clean the sweater, he had spilled beer on it at a frat party and it was stained.
• Seriously!?
• My best suggestion: Soak it in beer and dye it all the same color.
• Mmmm, yum.
• Anyway, this guy isn't as bad as all that, we were all very young.
• We're even facebook friends now.
• And I married the perfect guy for a selfish knitter.
• He doesn't even wear sweaters, so all that knitting time can be spent on sweaters for me.
• Loves hand-knit socks though.
• And he gets a pair every year for his birthday.
• OH, DAMN!
• That just reminded me that I never got a photo of the last pair I knit for him and wouldn't this be the perfect place to put one and maybe I should get the camera out and get him to put the socks on and take a picture, with far less than perfect lighting so I can obsess over the photo-editing all of which would easily take me a good hour.........
• Well now I think this post stinks.

2011. Twenty-five. $6.43. The perfectionist in me is chatting away in my head and making me anxious about all of those photos that would make this post so much better. I think I need a drink to shut.her.UP! Maybe two.

 

Comments

[Lynn]

I think this post is perfect just the way it is!

[margene]

IMO, the post would be ruined with any of the mentioned knits. Vision and imagination are a good thing for blog readers to have. And a grrl should stay a little mysterious, too.
The way I look at it, I lost two beautifully knit sweaters when I broke up with boyfriends. I loved the sweaters so much and they were my best work at that time.

[Carole]

I think this post is AWESOME and just so.you.

[Laurie]

I don't think it stinks. I LOVED it. The post. And I want to see more of them. And now I have to get back to reading blogs regularly so I can see what else you spit out. And maybe I should post too.