Curriculum Minutiae

Right now, I'm involved in a secret pal exchange with some of the lovely folks on knitty. If you've never done one before, it's a pretty neat concept. I'm having a lot of fun planning out gifts and surprises for my downstream pal, but I refuse to say any more about it, because she is a smart one and I don't want to be too forthcoming with the clues just yet. My upstream pal is just a hoot, she's already sent me a cute (and mysterious)
card, and I have a feeling that something wicked my way comes. Signing up, we filled out pretty detailed (read:endless) questionnaires, but that was mostly about our likes/dislikes. So, I thought it would be entertaining for Brak, my wonderful secret pal, to learn some interesting and not-as-interesting things about me.

My posting ID, one-skein-wonder, actually has some significance behind it. I can do a lot with one skein. Somehow, I have magic powers that multiplies yarn like loaves and fishes. Its been documented; ask the owner of my LYS. See those socks up there (Ignore my cankles please)? Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock, safari colorway. Logic would tell you one skein does not a pair of socks make, but I went and done it anyway. Actually, I had quite bit left over, I could have made them longer. Lesson learned.

I am an utter klutz. When I was little, my dad enrolled me in ballet with the hopes that it would make me more coordinated. I enjoyed classes and even got rather good at it but still routinely walk, eyes forward, sober as a judge, straight into the side of a door instead of through it.

My guilty pleasure is medical dramas. Oh yes, I watch Gray's, E.R., House...but secretly, my favorite is M*A*S*H. Okay, more of a comedy than a drama, but it's been on longer than I've been alive, so there you go.

I am of course a compulsive yarn hoarder, but I am also a bit of a guitar hoarder. Having a boyfriend who also plays guitar does not help matters much. Our bedroom is sort of a stringed instrument containment unit, with cases under the bed, behind furniture, and leaning against walls. Believe it or not, we actually play pretty much all of them too. I was going to post pictures, but I forgot to take them, so just imagine a really nice 1969 Gibson SG here. I call her Betty.

I like playing music, so predictably, I like to listen to a lot of music. Actually, I like all music. I can't even use the qualifier "...except for rap and country" because there are artists in both categories that I like a lot. So I am either really open-minded, or I just have horrible taste.

When I was four, I rescued a mouse from one of our barn cats, and the mouse bit me. He was overwhelmed with gratitude I'm sure. Fortunately mice do not generally carry rabies.

In fifth grade, I managed to run myself over with my mom's car (see "klutz" above).

Hope you enjoyed that Brak! Next time, a new comic and a parade of finished objects!