Saturday night I went up to the city for a roller derby bout, and I brought along my Cherry Pie skirt to work on. It turned out to be a perfect choice-all stockinette, all the time, and I didn't have to look at it once. Which worked out, since I was too busy watching us lose spectacularly: 128-241 at the end, but it was stacked pretty heavily in the visiting teams's favor pretty early on. They really skated well, and it was still a fun bout, but ouch.
Anyway, the skirt started out as a little narrow loop of stockinette, and by the end it was a slightly wider loop of stockinette, so I'm pleased. During the bout, the photographer swung around to my seat and said, "You have no idea how happy I am that you're knitting," so there you go. Kat Riddell, bringing joy to the people, one knitting project at a time.
Also, because I love sharing my shortcomings with you all (and it's a really funny story), here's a little anecdote from yesterday. Mum and I were making burrito bowls for lunch, and she asked me to get veggies out, including lettuce. We'd just gotten a bunch of greens on Saturday from our produce subscription (we thought we got spinach, green leaf lettuce, iceberg lettuce and cabbage), so I asked what kind of lettuce she wanted. "Doesn't matter," she replied, so I pulled out the iceberg lettuce.
I should have realized that something was up when it took me six whacks to even start getting the core out, and I ended up having to tear the whole head apart to get at the core. I tore the whole head up to rinse, and spread it out to dry. A few minutes later, Mum looks at it, and the center was a bit yellow, so she looked at me "What the heck did you do?"
"I rinsed lettuce!"
She picked through it a bit, "Oh, the color just looked a bit off. You're fine." She started chopping up some lettuce. "Hey, Kat?"
"Are you sure this is lettuce?"
"Are you sure you're sure?"
"Yeah. At least, I think so." I went to the fridge. "Yeah, the cabbage is on the bottom shelf there, so that's definitely the lettuce."
"I don't think so."
"What do you mean you don't think so, it's definitely lettuce."
"It feels a bit off." At this point I finally pick up a piece and eat it.
"Huh. Nope, that's cabbage."
"So is the lettuce still in the fridge?"
"No, I'm pretty sure that one was cabbage. Did we get two cabbages?" I pulled out the fridge cabbage and ate a piece of that as well. "Huh, we got two cabbages."
SO I am a perfectly functioning intelligent adult and I tore up an entire cabbage thinking it was lettuce. And I will never live that down.