A little late, but as promised here is the Striped Thing.

I had some pretty grand ambitions of using all my scrap yarn to put together a stripey cowl, and just by looking at the above picture, you may be thinking that I did achieve some moderate degree of success.

Well, look again.

BAM! It's FrankenFO, muthas! I will now put this away and we will never speak of it again.

In other knitting disasters, here we have Crap the Ripper. He started out as 4 balls of Rowan Yorkshire Tweed and a dream. He ended up a beach towel lined with salty, salty tears. It's okay, though. He's gone now and he'll never hurt us again.

I am enjoying one of my knits these days, however. A scarf based upon a little known pattern known as the Clapotis. Oh? You've heard of this obscure pattern? I'm using Knitpicks Gloss cannibalized from the now dead Thermal. I'm digging it.

I took a trip this past weekend to the homeland, Luverne, MN. I visited my grandpa (still awesome), and saw my dad and a highschool buddy I hadn't seen in a while. Let's see, what else...OH YEAH, it was negative degrees the WHOLE. TIME. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to visit Minnesota in February, but I am going to see a shrink and find out where this deep-seated masochism is coming from.

Here's a picture from the outskirts of the town. I found this bench on the corner of Buttfuck and Egypt.