Started a second Weekend Knits felted pouch, this one is red and purples and a handpainted of roses and purples. It's too easy, too fun, I feel an obsession growing. When will I be a Real Knitter (tm) and rend hundreds of stitches of lace when I make an error, or anguish over complicated charts that make me go blind, because this is what Real Knitters (tm) do?

If I gave a shit about these existential questions of knitting, I guess I'd be a Real Knitter. But, like being a member of the Red Hat Society, I don't wanna go there. Never mind that there is nothing so consciously dowdy and sexless as that whole concept, there's just something so...wrong...about a poem about individuality spawning a "society" of conformity. It's just as dumb and offensive when an endlessly individualistic utilization of sticks and fiber causes certain people to form rigid rules about what it should be about.

So, enough of that segue - spawned because some no doubt registered and official chapter of the Red Hat Society was outside the studio on the Today Show this morning while I was getting ready for work.

What I'm really thinking is that a set of two really fun patterns - a Constant Companion bag with a matching Weekend Knits zippered pouch - would be a really killer gift set. (Feel free to steal this idea for Christmas.) And I want to email The Enablers for some blues and greens of Cascade 220, to create a Monet color scheme. I'm thinking Giverny - lilacs and greens and blues, a little bit of yellow maybe on the pouch striping. The CC would be a soft blue with a delicate green, (my favorite color combination) the inside bag the vivid little extra. Okay, I want to do this.

I also want to cast on a nice top-down cardie from that ton of olive Patons Classic Wool scored on eBay during the bad time last year. It has been sitting there, waiting to decide what it wants to be, and now I know. It will be a nice simple cardigan with some cable detailing along the edges. Maybe it will be mine, maybe the Girlchild could use it, olive is great on both of us. I'm more fair and golden than she, but she has the great changeable eyes that will pick up the green, so we both can wear it. So it's on the agenda. Yes, it's over 100 on the heat index, but if I want anything warm to wear when the cool weather returns I better start it now.

Tomorrow the dog and I both go for haircuts (separately, we're not that close). I drop him before work, pick him up and dump him at the house on my lunch hour, and then go to my own audience with The Great One after work. Growing out very short layered hair sucks, but he's a master at making layers work. I just don't want to come home looking like Laura Freaking Bush.