First Day of School

My first day of school went rather well. My boss was called out of the office, so I spent the day sifting through the papers and binders in the office, reading through documents, and lunching with my boss's boss -- a man who was pleased to learn that I knit. His grandmother was a knitter, and he was comforted to know that the craft/art is alive, well, and trans-generational.

Because I am a big nerd, I did lose a bit of sleep the night before. I guess I still get First Day Jitters. Because I am a vain nerd, I wanted to be sure that my hair looked just right for the ID photo. Knowing that I'd never be able to recreate a from-the-salon look, I pushed it a little past prime in hair washing.

Inspired by the notion of dry shampoos, I figured that a light dusting of baby powder would function as an ad hoc dry shampoo. Note that I said "light dusting"... The powder came phloofing out, resulting in a rather Lucy moment. The following morning, I discovered something far worse than looking like a Victorian era judge, faux dandruff. Mix one part powder with one part oily scalp, brush, and flake.

All of that for something smaller than a Passport photo or a Driving License photo!

When you are gift knitting, does it ever cross your mind that the recipient, or in my case, the parents of the to-be-recipient open your gift and think, "Pfffffffft...she could have bought something cuter at Target"?

Late Sunday night, I cast on this adorable pattern of Cari's, and I'm already hearing the nagging voice that it's too casual and not special enough. Maybe it's the Debbie Bliss Denim Aran that I selected? The Debbie Bliss Denim Aran that when knit on wooden needles results in a slight case of the rubbing-styrofoam-willies, by the way.

Between the phloofing and the pffffffffting, I'm curious to know if they still make Psssssst Instant Spray Shampoo.