Nothing but Crazy Eyes

02Oct09

We live about 2 miles from campus, and I’ve been walking to class a lot. It would be a lie to say that I walk all the time, but I end up hoofing it a good deal of the time. This week, we’ve had about five consecutive days of rain so after walking to class twice in the rain (with an umbrella, of course–I’m not an idiot) I was lucky enough to catch a ride to campus on Thursday with two of my fellow students. It’s tough to find a decent spot near campus, so when my friend who was driving saw someone getting into her car, she went ahead and put her hazards on and we waited . . . and waited. The woman looked like she was digging through her purse, as though she was looking for her keys, but then she started rummaging around the back seat, literally climbing half way into the back of her car. Missy eventually pulled up next to the car, rolled the window down and tried to ask, complete with gestures, if this woman was leaving. But she just stared at us, totally unmoved. She didn’t roll her window down, she didn’t make any kind of gesture, she didn’t even try to avoid eye contact. She just stared at us with crazy eyes until it was so creepy-weird that Missy drove off in search of a new parking space.

This is basically indicative of the way that things seem to be going for me lately. I try to do something that seems like it should be relatively simple, that seems like the kind of thing that other people would understand, and it quickly becomes . . . weird. The line between weird things that make you want to laugh and weird things that make you want to repeatedly hit your head against a wall is a fine one indeed. For now, I’m choosing to believe that all of the awkward frustrations were merely a special feature of September. I’m really hoping October is going to be different. If not, I’ll just keep applying my three part knitting/beer/baking remedy.

Anyway, during one of the brief breaks of sunshine this week, I decided to finally snap some quick finished shots of the Whisper cardigan I finished over the summer.

The finished cardigan turned out great, and it looks really lovely on the hanger. It’s knit using Knit Picks Shadow in Snorkel, which is a really fantastic heathered shade of what I like to think of as Lisa Frank blue.

Unfortunately, it looks all wrong on me. For whatever reason, when I put it on I instantly transform into someone who looks like they should be on What Not to Wear. And since I finished this thing back in July, I haven’t worn it for more than about 30 seconds at a time–just long enough to confirm that it, indeed, looks awful on me. This sweater and I both make each other look bad.

Luckily for the cardigan, it’s found a new home where it will be well-loved and cared for. Come Monday, this baby is headed back to Ohio to live with Abby who will look infinitely better in it than I do. That is, unless the people at the post office decide to go on strike or something and all my mailing plans are delayed. Because that’s pretty much how things have been working out for me recently.

Seriously, life. Enough with the foolishness and mayhem already.

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Tags: angst, blather, FOs, Sweater