Now with more goth
posted 18 August 06 by J.S. Vodalarius
Right. So not-so-hot on the heels of my last post comes, live, a bit of late-night yammering! I just finished watching Beetlejuice, which I didn’t actually see most of, because I spent most of the film just listening to the dialogue while I worked on my crochet. I’m making a blanket from a pattern in The Happy Hooker. It duplicates the color bar test pattern from the television.
Now, the day before I made my last post I found myself seated in an armchair in the living room, watching Interview With The Vampire with the Sibling and knitting a black lace scarf. At one point I paused, glanced over at my Voltaire book and down at my black socks, and said, “Am I trying too hard?”
The answer is no. Trying too hard is when you get dental surgery to make your canines really pointy. Watching movies off Anne Rice novels and making black lace is just being me. Besides, if, nearly a week later, you find yourself watching a Tim Burton flick while working on a color-bar blanket, that might mean you’re just garish and/or attention-getting. Or something. I’m not sure what I’m saying, but then, it’s quite late, and I should probably be going to bed instead of writing this.
Anyway. Crochet. I’m making myself Goth mittens. I had this nice mitten pattern in one of my crochet books, but the colors it used just weren’t me. Dijon mustard yellow and moss green and brown may work on some people, but they just make me look like I’ve got jaundice. So last week I went to the local yarn store to take advantage of a sale, and I got proper yarn colors for mittens. There’s a very bright red, and a nice drying-blood sort of burgundy, and of course black. I’ve finished one already. Made it extra long, because the sleeves of my winter coat pull up a bit and also long gloves suit me. I’m at work on the second one now. Well, not as we speak; I worked on it earlier today, and I’ll probably pick it up again tomorrow. I’m going out anyway, to deposit my paycheck and have some hot tea and a scone, so I might as well bring along my crochet for something to do while my downloads are going at the cafe.
Hopefully there won’t be any fundamentalist Inquistiony Church-of-Englanders there, a la Eddie Izzard. Because forced to choose between cake or death, I’d have to go for mousse.