Color Me Badd
In order to further avoid finishing my second P-Sock, I knitted seven Ballband Dishcloths from Mason Dixon Knitting.
I couldn't make just one--like potato chips.
The first one I made was the one on the bottom left. The second one (upper left) was the one I was working on at last week's Bloggers' Party. I made the more conservative yellow and blue ones next, and got garish with the last three. For the very last one (top right), I used two different skeins of variegated with the orange, and I really like it.
It's a neat, nearly mindless pattern. It's fun to make, and I had fun just experimenting with color combinations. It's sorta like painitng with yarn.
I'll probably give away most of them, but I'll keep the garish ones. It'll make dishwashing just a little bit brighter.
I'm also nearly done with another baby kimono.
For some reason I thought I would have enough cotton in coral to make the sweater, then, I thought I had enough to make stripes for both halves in the front, but I think this works. I'll make my next one with some red, yellow,and blue Cotton Ease I have somewhere.
Cracking The Code
Patrick and I watched The DaVinci Code last Saturday, and since I didn't read the book, I can't make that comparison, but here are some thoughts.
- I liked it more than most critics.
- I admit; I went because of the hype.
- I found it confusing and muddled in places, but figured out most things out through the course of the movie--not all, though.
- It could have used some editing. I found it about 30 minutes too long
- Tom Hanks (who I love) didn't seem to know what to do in places.
- Sophie couldn't have been that dumb in the book.
- Ian McKellan was a hoot. He totally rules! Can't wait to see him in X-Men: The Last Stand.
- I felt sorry for the Silas, the killer monk. I hate to see passion so misguided.
Circus Envy? Not!
Spoleto begins this weekend, and while I don't share much in demographics with the average Spoleto goer, I enjoy the festival, and try to take in a few things. I liked the Piccolo art openings, especially the William McCullough exhibit at the City Gallery.
Patrick wants to go to the Circus Flora. I never really liked the circus. The animals and acrobatics are okay, but I don't like clowns. I'm not afraid of them. I just don't find them funny--big shoes?(yawn), red noses? (no), squirting flowers? (all wet), 20 clowns in a car? (please).
Anyway, since he's going to Don Giovanni with me, I can go to the circus with him. Pat says that there won't be those kind of clowns in this circus. Perhaps I'll like it. He says that he won't fall asleep during the opera.
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