I have two schedules these days: I wake up, I zombie through the daylight hours, I go to yoga, I collapse into sleep. Or, I wake up, I stumble through the daylight hours, I collapse on the couch because my body hates me for going to yoga, and then I go to sleep. I wonder if I'm just not made for exercise. Like, maybe my special purpose is to just make fun of everything from my couch? And muscular oiled up menservants will carry me around and do my bidding?

Okay, a girl can fantasize. Yoga is actually going okay. I like some instructors and to endure the others I just follow my life's philosophy of If You Can't Beat Them, Mock Them. Um...but not to their face because I totally sense a lot of repressed rage in some of these yogis and, also, they are really limber and it's kind of intimidating. Like they could Go Go Gadget Leg and kick me in the mouth from across the lobby.

So on those nights when I'm too stiff to even think about evil yoga, I've managed to get some knitting done. Let me tell you, it's all about the dropped stitches these days.

First up, blocking away, we have our dropped stitch scarf of Jaeger Trinity. This was a stashbusting project but, damn it all, I still have a ball of this shit left.

Here is a less artsy shot so you can get a better idea of the stitch pattern. It's just 10 rows of stockinette, then a row of dropped stitches. While pinning this out, I found that I had dropped a stitch on one of the drop stitch rows (somewhere, you can hear the knitting gods laughing about this) and the edge was unraveling. I weighed in how much I cared and then said fuck it. I tied the dropped stitches together in a double knot and now I'M the one laughing. Showed them! (Dear knitting gods: Please don't kick me in the mouth. Love, Kim.)

Now I'm working on a Clapotis for Monkey King's mom. She requested beige, but I don't have any beige and I've been unable to hobble to a yarn store, so olive green it is. You know, I never thought I'd make this pattern, but I'm really enjoying it! It's perfect for TV knitting, so therefore it's the best possible project for my crippled ass.

And can I just say a huge THANK. YOU. to everyone for my last post? Seriously, I know I don't *know* know a lot of you guys, but I am just so touched that a record number of people commented on that ass-face with the rude comment. On the record, the coolest people read my blog. I'm lucky as hell to have you.