1. Which is your favorite project that you’ve knitted, and what’s so great about it?
My favorite is still the one I made for my dad last Christmas. It was full of cables, spongy cables, and made of a very soft wool/mohair blend. And it was a pretty earthy brown. And I got to use the fat wooden cable needle. Love that little piece of wood.
2. If you could be magically granted one superpower, what would you choose and what corresponding symbol would go on your cape?
Oh, I hate to admit this, but I would want to be granted the power to remove people from this earth and place them on some other planet where they can be rude and evil and obnoxious to others like them and not to me or those other wonderful people around me. And my symbol would be TC for The Cleaner.
3. What one thing (not a category of things, like “cds”) would you want to bring along if you were going to spend the rest of your life alone on a desert island?
That’s easy, my fiancee. Did I mention Bob and I got engaged? 
(Wedding’s on May 1 - Woo Hoo!)
4. How do you feel about your name?
When I was in 3rd grade I started signing my school papers “Janie” because I thought “Jamie” was a boy’s name. My over-reactive teacher called my parents and made a big case out of it. There was a “meeting”. And I was forced to continue using my boy-name. However, now that I’m older and a little less concerned about myself, I’m fine with it. It’s my name. I might prefer “Madilyn” or “September” but that’s what having kids is for, right? I am glad I didn’t stick with “Janie”. Ick.
5. Why the RED sweater?
I once saw a black and white picture of a little girl playing. The artist had colored just the sweater she was wearing red. It was striking. Isn’t that what we want all our knitting things to be?
Here are some other red sweaters:
Portrait of a Woman in a Red Sweater : Red Sweater Illustration : Dog in Red Sweater : Boy in Red Sweater
These questions are courtesy of J Strizzy.
Okay, here’s some marginally-knitting-related news. Last night my car was broken into. The slimy, earth-crawling thugs stole my stereo and my cell phone, making their last call on it at 5 AM this morning. Quick pause to ask, who the hell were they calling at 5 AM? Probably their drug dealer.
Anyhow, at 6:45 AM this morning, 2 women, out for their morning walk, rang my doorbell with my purse in hand. The purse I had my knitting in. The purse that I left on the seat of my car last night, thinking, as my hands were full of groceries, “I should come back out and get that - it looks tempting and someone might break into my car”. So much of paying attention to premonitions. I didn’t get around to doing any knitting last night and so I forgot about the bag in my car. And sure enough.
I don’t think I remembered to thank those women for returning my purse, which they had found abandoned down the street, empty except for my gym membership card. In fact, I think the only thing I said to them was “Oh, fuck.” So, ladies, I’ll thank you here in public. Thank you for bringing back my purse.
Upon inspection of the crime scene, I also found my knitting strewn up the street, intact and damp from the morning’s dew. It’s a little wool cardigan I’m designing. It held up well from the trauma. Good little sweater.
The worst part is knowing that there were some nasty boys in my car with their butts in my seat and their dirty hands on my steering wheel.
Bob and I took it to the car wash and vacuumed out the thousands of pieces of broken glass and wiped the germs off the interior. I cancelled my cell phone and started up service on an old one of Bob’s. He also scheduled an appointment for a glass guy to fix my window while I was at work today and now everything is pretty much back to normal. Except that I have no stereo. But I do have a wonderful sweetheart and it didn’t rain to ruin my open and vulnerable car. So I think God’s taken pretty good care of my anyway.
Rot in hell thief boys.
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ABSOLUTELY hilarious. Really.
