You'll Never Shine If You Don't Glow?

To be honest I haven't had a lot to blog about lately. Well, not as far as my usual blog fare goes, in any case. If you've been to my oh-so-exciting Ravelry page, you've probably noticed my totally unchanging "wip" status on Baridee shawl dating back to some heat wave or another. Yep, it's still on the needles. Nope, I have no idea when I'm going to work up the gumption to get it off the needles. The medical profession, my friends, is an abusive husband, and a one-year fellowship is no exception to that rule.

Which is not to say that there haven't been a few pie experiments, a boozy cream puff or two dozen, some truffle disasters, and a whole lot of shenanigans in the process. Just...maybe not exactly Pinterest-level results. Unless "nailed it!" counts...? Witness "chess pie." This was a joint venture that will eventually need to be repeated. If for no other reason than to preserve the dignity of both parties involved in the concoction of such a diabolically bad pun.

But we were speaking of glowing. Well, I was. You'll just have to keep up.

Part of my Christmabirthdaykah present from mad scientist boyfriend* was glowing yarn. No, seriously. It. Glows. In. The. Dark.

There appears to be a sort of worsted-to-aran weight and a sort of fingering-to-sport weight. The Red Heart will probably have to get incorporated into something practical, like a hat band or mitts so caution-tapey that they can even tell Southern California drivers in a rainstorm to please, for the love of all things holy, DO NOT RUN OVER THIS PEDESTRIAN!!! The lighter stuff, though...


My first thought was hair accessory, since there isn't that much of it (somewhat less than 200 yards, I think). Basically a miniature triangular or rectangular shawl. But then, a miniature shawl would last about 20 seconds in my hair and end up in a grubby blob on the floor thereafter. So while a glow-in-the-dark-not-a-wedding-veil was an appealing idea on paper, let's get real here. Let's talk lace hat/snood things.

Remember Blackberrying? I almost didn't because I lost the actual beret at Banc restaurant/bar in Kips Bay/Murray Hill during an office holiday party. Looking back over my "pattern," I think it's time for a rewrite. With actual instructions. Which I will actually follow this time. Since we're talking a finer-gauge yarn, the weave should be considerably more open to give it that lacy not-a-veil effect to go with the eerie green glow.

I had so many other project ideas in my head when I first moved out here, but somehow this is what stuck? Oh well. I blame the chicory-blended coffee that was also part of Christmabirthdaykah present. The way to a girl's attention span. Besides, who doesn't want glow-in-the-dark clothing and accessories?

And here concludes my first piece of "creative" prose writing in an extremely, unconscionably long time. Till the next time, which should be sooner, I sincerely hope....

*darling, if you're reading this, I've finally updated my blog!