bombay bound

I'm off to Bombay again tomorrow, for just three weeks this time. That little jackass Fernando is still over there, and the lovely Cathy will be overlapping with my trip for the final few days, so the whole thing seems like it might in fact be bearable. And I hear there is a new fridge at the apartment that actually gets below 62 degrees Fahrenheit. And I am taking along my 12-year-old ironing board cover to donate to the apartment because it is in better shape than the twice-used one we bought at Hypercity.

Last night a few jerks people came over and we drank beer and insanely high-alcohol zinfandel and ordered in pizza from Little Star around the corner. If you have never had Little Star pizza, please drop whatever you are doing and go get some. Really, it's OK--I'll wait.

I spent last weekend with my friend (and fellow MEOW member) Claudia. Claudia's dog Reilly is hilarious and also very cute. To wit, the Stuffed Monkey Massacre series:





Claudia collects whisks and she'd recently decided they needed cleaning, so her kitchen resembled...um, I guess it resembled a place where there are a whole lot of clean whisks:



Claudia is evil and she forced me to buy out some beautiful clearance yarn (merino and cashmere) at Stonemountain & Daughter, which is primarily a fabric store but which also carries a small selection of some damn fine yarn. I also got more Noro Silk Garden to make another one of those stripes-within-stripes scarves. We spent a lot of the weekend either at knitters' gatherings or planted in front of the TV watching the final season of The Wire from start to finish, so I finished the scarf by Sunday evening.



Speaking of knitting, if you are in the market for an ass-kicking knitting guide, order yourself a copy of my friend (and yet another MEOW member) Vickie's new book, Knit Aid. And by the way, Vickie is 800,000 times hotter even than she looks in the drawing on the book cover, as evidenced by this (or any other) photo of her:



Hot, smart, and crafty...just the way I like 'em.

just like old times

Now that I am all alone in Bombay (well, except for those 19 million other people), I've reverted to the habits I cultivated when we used to live at the hotel--knitting, eating cereal for dinner, and watching a lot of National Geographic Channel. Next up, Megastructures: Garbage Mountain. (Apparently NatGeo has been filming down the street from here.) To add to the nostalgia, I am still seeing all the same commercials they were running last summer: Hrithik Roshan is still selling chocolate chip cookies, bizarre space aliens are still selling car batteries, and everyone and his mother are still selling skin lightening cream. Alex and Casey know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, I am still working through the Yarn Mountain sent to me here last year by my ass kicking MEOW kitties, and I decided it was time to make something other than socks. So, I present to you the April May Wristwarmers. Or at least they'll be wristwarmers when I finish the second one.

It just occurred to me that it would be difficult to knit wristwarmers for Hrithik Roshan. I won't actually post a photo of his extra thumb, but you can click on that if you want to. You sicko.

MEOW kitty shout out!

Some of you may remember that DAT cat has a little tuxedo print pal named MEOW kitty. What I didn't tell you is that MEOW kitty is the mascot of my online knitting posse, the MEOW knitters. (All 14 of us have a MEOW kitty and we take him along when we travel and then take photos--the trip to the Taj Mahal was quite a coup.)

So today Punit, one of our office managers, came over to my desk with a huge box that had come in the mail from the MEOWers, and when I opened it I found THIS:



My friends, this is what is known in the textile business as a boatload of sock yarn. It is all so BEAUTIFUL!! And then to top it off, Steph also made me a tiny little felt dachshund wearing a tiny little leopard print jacket. (You can see him down at the bottom left of the photo.)

I love my MEOWers.