Monthly Archives: September 2014

Whorld domination

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I’m obsessed.

It’s a lot like pizza in a way–even badly made yarn is knit-able, which means it’s good yarn. Instant gratification.

This is a good thing because I’m definitely a novice at using a drop spindle. Earlier this week I finished spinning a bunch of blended silk and merino wool roving that I got at Yarns, etc.  I could barely wait for it to dry after the final rinse to help the fibers bind together, so I literally brought the skein to work with me and sat it on my lap so it would dry faster!

Then I wound it all up and it became my stress ball for the day.

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Yarn, beautiful yaaaaaaaaaaaaaarn

Now I’m knitting it all up into a pair of finger-less gloves in preparation for the coming winter. Which thankfully isn’t here yet, so I started working on the gloves while sitting in the middle of a rose garden, lucky me!

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Beautiful surroundings while I continued crafting.

While the gloves are being completed I still want to practice spinning…so I went to the store and came back with a MASSIVE bag of wool. So, to fund my growing hobby, I’m selling what I make!

Next on my to-do list: whorld domination, otherwise known as plying.


A rogue wiener appears

I’d originally come for the beer and beautiful fall flowers, because I’m classy like that. But this weekend I saw so many wieners.

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I’ve never seen that many unchecked wieners in one place before. Apparently it’s even an annual thing now because I got to see the second annual Wiener Dog Race at Oktoberfest

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Wieners on their way!

There were so many little wieners running around they had to hold multiple rounds for the puppy category. Then came the junior’s category and then the race for Mature Weenies. Ahem. Wieners.

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The winning Wiener!

Altogether a lovely event, and a fine time was had by all! Definitely being added to the list of Things To Do on a semi-regular basis. And while we’re at it, here are a few more I’d like to go to at some point!

The International Rutabaga Curl  –  Learn to curl, and in the process toss a gross tasting vegetable as far away from yourself as possible.

Tacolandia  –  Where there are new and interesting  tacos every three feet or so to try.

Carolina FiberFest  –  What it says on the tin! Maybe I can pick up some more spindles here.

Bacon’ it in the real world

When the pancakes burn, as they sometimes do, and the fire alarm goes off (mine doesn’t have an obvious off switch–the button to press makes it stop shrieking for THIRTY SECONDS at a time), here’s a drone-up lifehack to make it stop:

Tie a plastic bag over that mofo.

Essentially, the bag blocks combustion particles (the smoke) from reaching the fire alarm sensor so it doesn’t go off. This Wikipedia article can give you the low down on how that works for different types of fire alarms.

PRO TIP: take the bag off once the smoke dissipates so you don’t become an accidental arsonist the next time you lay down the law in the kitchen.

“I’d looooooove to work YOU out. You’re so flexible.”

This wasn’t an anonymous one-liner on an online dating profile.

It wasn’t a bunch of guys yelling at me at me from a moving vehicle while I was jogging.

This was a bit of, shall we say, ‘creative marketing’ that a male personal trainer at my gym greeted me with as I checked in for a group class the other day. To be honest, I was discombobulated and laughed it off at first. Twenty minutes later, I was still bothered and uncomfortable by the guy’s demeanor and wording so I took the time to tell the floor manager about it. It was fine–the manager apologized and said they’d speak to the guy about it. Over and done with in my mind.

But psyching myself up to say something about it was just as uncomfortable as having him talk to me that way initially. I think it’s worth emphasizing that it’s okay to sit on things until you feel comfortable making a statement. That can mean a lot of different things–like talking to a person in charge, giving feedback in a survey, making a call, or seeking assistance from emergency personnel.

It’s also disconcerting to realize that just in writing this post I had to go back through and delete a lot of qualifiers, such as how personal trainers need to be personable and friendly, or how that guy was pretty young. I’m incrementally learning how to advocate for myself across a continuum of social situations, and part of that includes learning not to minimize my own instincts.

It boils down to being professional and respecting women as people–and it’s really not hard to do. You know what I wish he’d said to me?

I see you here all the time. What are your fitness goals?