first in fitness montpelier
Kiss my medallion, dude.Yeah, my face is red and I run like a girl.But I'm a fast girl and I finished.
Also, this photo is the final proof to you all that I should never knit lace sleeves again. Those are some serious shoulders, dude.
And...we're back. Knitting content after an OMGWTF moment and a plea for a wee bit of assistance.
I should preface all of this by saying, despite my powerlifting past (true!) and the fact that I've ridden a century in my lifetime and did the second 3-hundred-holy-f***-you're-kidding-me AIDS Ride way back in the nineties, I am SO not an athlete. I was the kid who no one wanted on their team because I ran out of breath too fast, I was too short to shoot, and most of all, I was too slow to nail anything but my own shins. So I don't actually run superfast compared to female runners who take this thing very seriously, and as far as distance is concerned, I have never in my life been able to run more than two miles. Until a few weeks ago, when I decided that I should take the 5K I had just run without falling on my head (OMGWTFBBQthatwasME!) and do it with a number on my chest and a whole street full of other people wanting to accomplish the same goal. I blame 
This is the real colour.And Durrow's sleeve cables rock my world. The Traveling Hitcher in her new home.Can you see the mark? There you go, that's more like it.I gave her a tattoo. It's Cate-approved,and the French is correct, so don't you Louisianansbe telling me it's "les," not "le." Talk to my French editor.He wields one mean baguette and he's not afraid to use it. I'll be back when the sleeves are done. Meanwhile, if any of you have any good tips on improving short-term memory, I'd appreciate hearing about them. I had the scariest brain blip I've had in a long time, and while my neurologist told me I'd be having moments like this, he didn't tell me it would endanger life and limb. Our smoke alarm works, my husband is quickto put out flames, and I need this sign. Just say no to multi-tasking, dudes. Just say no. Trust me on this one. No one was hurt, but the stove hood had to be scrubbed down, and I'm told the fright level was spectactularly high. Thanks for sticking with me even though I post so infrequently. I'll do my best to stick with you, too. I have to. I've got seven bulky sweaters to knit, a birthday party for my TEN YEAR OLD OMGWTFhowdidthathappen to host and a 5K to run. Peace (and fire...thankyouthankyouthankyouSpiff) out.
As Bill Cosby's Noah would say, Riiiiight.Now can you guess what I'm making,even though the back and frontlook like sleeves? And the lighting sucks?
Well, howdy, there, blogland...
Been a long time. I've been working my ass off, producing stuff for kids who need to learn English, and in the meantime, I did actually knit on a few things. And now that I'm on Va-Ca-Shun (w00t) I have also had the pleasure of visiting the Yves St. Laurent exhibit in Montréal and then seeing the goods inside Holt Renfrew for the first time. Jimmy Choos really are that beautiful, as are Christian Louboutins. My shopping companion was horrified that I even wanted to try them on, but I am proud to say I did not walk out with a pair of either 5-inch example of gorgeousness. (That's because I didn't try them on. I'm not stupid...I know that if I try on a gorgeously high pair of heels and they fit my size 5 Barney Rubble feet, I'm walking out in them. So no trying on and no purchase.)
Yet. (Sorry, Spiff. I like really, really high heels. Someday when you're forty and none of the young chickies look at you, you'll be thankful your wife likes the really, really high heels.)
Kate Gilbert, who has just produced the incredible Twist Collective, came with me. It's been nearly a year since she and I have traversed the 500 metres or