Bear in mind this was karaoke night. All this was taking place on microphones.
Bob was a little worried about me because of the steam coming out of my ears, so when I said "can we please leave" he did not argue. I was very sorry to disappoint him but I was furious. And sad.
Why sad? Because Karaoke Night was one thing I really enjoyed. I felt like the crowd of mostly regulars were okay with me, that I was appreciated as a singer, and that I wasn't grossing anyone out with my horrible fat fattiness. I wonder what arbitrary number they associate with me? I now no longer feel safe, accepted, or welcome at Karaoke Night. I feel judged. And that pisses me off, and makes me sad. I don't know how I'm going to feel next time we go back, if we go back. I love to sing. I love having that outlet. But I fucking hate thinking that when I'm up there singing, people are guessing how much I weigh and thinking how gross I'd look in a bathing suit.
Also, news flash, people mostly put on bathing suits to go swimming, not to appeal to anyone's aesthetics, so fuck you, punta cana-going asshole.
Enough of that. Over the weekend, it wasn't all bad. I made bread.

Nummylicious homemade italian bread NOT done in the bread machine, all done by hand. It was GOOD. And PRETTY.

Here's Bob's sweater in progress. I promise it's a sweater. It will be, anyway.

The yarn is a cotton/wool blend that I got from a ravelry destash. Nice stuff.
Broke away from knitting for a couple of days to get some spinning in.

If this looks familiar, it should. It's the other half of the "london fog" roving for our matching socks. I did not get the same yardage, though, so it must be thicker than the other skein. It's 284 yards.
Finally got around to photographing this.

It was supposed to be sock yarn. It's more a sport/dk weight. It's going to be socks anyway. This was a weird spinning experience. I started with a batt, broke it up into thirds, and spun randomly into three plies. While I was doing the singles, I was not liking the yarn much. When plying it, I started liking it more. Then, I loved it when I wound it off the bobbin. Then, when I washed and hung it, I didn't like it again. Now that I've split it off into cakes, I like it a bit better. I was originally going to do something seasonal, socks or fingerless gloves with peppermint candy or candy cane cables or eyelets or something but I think it'll be too confused looking with the colors.

So I think I'll go with something textured and simple. This will be a sock for size 3 needles so it'll go fast, and yes, it'll be for me too.
The green socks are moving along, I didn't photograph them but I'm up to the ankle on the first one, and moving fast. I'm happy with them. Maybe I'll get some photos later but frankly, it's been a busy week and it's not going to slow down any time soon.
More later in the week probably. Any input into the karaoke situation will be appreciated!
1 comment:
Aw, that sucks about the karaoke. I've never been -- part of it is because I don't need to run into douchey things like that. There's a new karaoke place here called Voicebox, which is like the karaoke place in Lost in Translation, private rooms. If I can find three people to go with me and split the cost of the room, I'll check it out.
Handmade bread, much underrated. Nom.
And thanks for referencing my favorite cartoon in the title!
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