I just switched to the new blogger. Seems like it went okay! I've been nervous about it possibly screwing up everything. :oP I think I'll find out what this whole labeling thing is about.

Look! A new late night photo of me with the sock!

I have no life, evidently. But.... do you see the leetle leaves? Please don't notice the um, unique design features that I accidentally included in the sock's ribbing.

Steve left for Japan today. He is riiiiighht...

here.

:o(

This is what I look like while slouching on the floor and either computering while watching tv or knitting while watching tv. Note the 3/4 inch of sock that I practically killed myself making today. You have no idea. It is all screwed up at the top but I just don't care anymore. Besides, I make fun of people who knit socks. Why am I knitting a dern annoying complicated lace sock ANYWAYS?

good lord i think i have hives.............. 3.30 am. too itchy to sleep.

Steve and I may have found a place to rent together. (He'd move in in April, I would come in July.) It isn't a perfect area, but the inside of the townhome is really nice. :o) We should find out for sure sometime this week.

That's super!

No skin cancer or precancerous spot here! My doctor gave me the all clear. He also said it was okay if I started knitting. I can't do too much before my arm starts hurting and I have to stop, but....


I finished the lace border for the first arm at the knitting store today.


Then I walked 1.2 miles back to Steve's house and took a nap while Tony watched out the window for pirates.

Why I'm not really posting

1. I have 15 stitches in my arm.
2. My doctor told me not to knit "for a few weeks" because of said stitches. Whaaaaaaaat? This sucks.
3. I have stomach flu! Went home this morning sick, and um... I'm going back tomorrow even though I feel out of it, because it is Valentine's Day.

Here is one of my more recent projects, a baby bib for a co-worker's new daughter. (Awww.) I have also finished a scarf for Steve, baby booties for Stephanie's daughter to be born in late spring, and a nice stack of squares for my blanket. I keep meaning to take photos, but I don't seem to get around to it. Must!

I have also started the Lacy Hug-Me-Tight from Knit Two Together. Seeeeeee?

I have used up one ball of yarn on the ribbing, and started the lace edging. I'm using Blue Sky Alpacas' Alpaca Silk in Oyster. Super soft and lovely to knit with.I have never made anything like this before. The aim is to finish it by opening night of Madame Butterfly on April 21st, so I can wear it with my newest black dress. (Hm. I have three black dresses, all the same length. I need to be more adventurous with my formalwear.)

p.s.- The arm thing is tomorrow. I suppose it is technically surgery. Arm surgery! I'm taking half a day off. I won't be able to like... lift heavy things for months, or get it wet for a week or so. Showering with a trash bag on my arm time! Yuck. I'm sure I'll tell you all about it.

I know it isn't Christmas anymore, but...

We bought matching sweaters! My mom, aunt, and I posing after our Ann Taylor Loft spree. Aunt Sue and I also have matching shirts, and mom and I have matching dresses.


My parents accidentally bought each other the exact same present- it is a paper towel dispenser. How romantic.


Winter in California! (Southern) Note the boys in shorts on the beach. It is, after all, family tradition to go to the beach on Christmas Day. One cousin was surfing.

I have to get my scar re-excised. But crying on the phone to the doctor scored me a referral to the special skin cancer doctors with extra training. I assume they are close to plastic surgeons.

So.... I'm really not happy about all this, but it has confirmed my crazy-careful watchfulness over my skin. Now my dermatologist wants me to come in "several" times a year. What does that mean? At least now I don't have to feel like a crazy hypochondriac.

My worries
1. It will come back that I have melanoma. (This is probably unlikely, but the doctor does seem... concerned.)
2. My scar will be just as bad as it is right now, or worse.

That thought was what made me cry. I hate the damn scar. hate! It took so many years to fade, and it still is something I look at and don't like every single day. I am worried that it will be worse. And even if it is narrower, it will be bright red for a year, and very pink and obvious for another two years, probably. People will ask me for years if I burned myself with a curling iron. When they ask I will once again start telling my "be careful of the sun" warnings several times a week. This sounds silly but when you have a large obvious scar, people ask.

I hope I can get this done next week, but I don't know..... They call me tomorrow to schedule.