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January 31, 2005
Knowledge is Power
I spent a couple of hours at the yarn store today with an EXTREMELY helpful woman. She showed me what I was doing wrong and showed me a much better way to cast on. I felt sort of bad because I stayed until the shop closed, so I didn't get a chance to buy anything. Oh, well, there's always tomorrow.
Now that I have this lace pattern established, however, I'm finding that I'm not liking the yarn. It's Rowan Calmer in "drift". It's snowy white and super soft, but I think I should have used something wooly instead. I think I'll knit another couple of inches, and if I hate it, I'll use this yarn for something else.
I made vodka penne pasta for dinner. Yum, yum, yum.
Posted by Kate at 9:29 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBackRelativity
My knitting problems don't seem so bad compared to this . Of course, I could never have knitted ONE of those mittens. I am in awe.
Today I'm going to the yarn store to try to get somebody to help me with my stupid Midwest Moonlight scarf. It's my first lace pattern, and it's not going very well. I've frogged it four times. Everybody else in the Scarf Style Knit-Along seems to be able to do it just fine. At least my sweater is going okay. I have about ten inches knit on one side. It's slooooow. Of course, I have yet to get to the hard parts.
Abbie wants me to knit her some socks for her birthday. Am I smart enough for that? Film at eleven.
January 29, 2005
no biscuit
I just got lied to. This actor, who has been a major problem since the read-through, has been saying a line wrong about half the time. She says lots of lines wrong, but this one is being flubbed deliberately. It's different every night, and it's getting weirder and weirder. Tonight I told her to knock it off. She looked me right in the eye and tried to pretend that she didn't know she was doing it. She is NOT that good of an actress. I reminded her that she was on stage with a young boy and two beginning actors, and that if they broke out into giggles, it would absolutely ruin the scene (and probably the whole act). She said, "well, nobody laughed!" There was no remorse or comprehension, just defiance.
She has just moved to the top of my "NEVER HIRE AGAIN" list.
I'm so mad my hands are shaking.
Posted by Kate at 10:55 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBackJanuary 28, 2005
droooooooooooool
Is it just me, or is the new guy on ER the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen? Move over, Doctor Luka!
Posted by Kate at 12:38 AM | Comments (0) | TrackBackJanuary 26, 2005
more than a wasp can sting
I was just downstairs sitting on the floor in the library trying to find a poem to memorize for my class tomorrow. I'd rejected practically everything, when I opened an volume of Ogden Nash I'd forgotten I owned. Tucked between two pages was an old photo of me and Tom. In it, I'm sitting on his lap on a sofa I don't recognize. I'm obviously attempting to give him a wet willie or something, as he has one hand across my throat and has got hold of my wrist with the other. I'm wearing those ridiculous round glasses and my hair is cut short like a boy's. I'm so young and thin and happy. Tom looks happy, too, or at least entertained.
I feel like I've just been slapped. Is it too early to start drinking?
Posted by Kate at 6:44 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBackJanuary 22, 2005
honest
going to bed now, really. must put knitting down. must get up in morning to see Lori's matinee.
note to self: when knitting one's first sweater, do not select long tunic-style sweater knitted on #6 needles. it will take forever and frustrate you.
Posted by Kate at 2:46 AM | Comments (3) | TrackBackJanuary 19, 2005
Brush up your Shakespeare
Last night I called home to wish the little nipper a happy birthday. Elizabeth gamely tried to get him to speak to me, but, being two, all he wanted to do was run around and scream. She asked me what I was up to, and I said I was going to the theatre. She said, "Oh, I'm sorry." I gleefully explained that I wasn't going to MY theatre. I was going to someone ELSE'S theatre to WATCH a play. Her confusion was certainly understandable.
Anyway, I'd been invited directly and indirectly by two different cast members to the final dress rehearsal of Shakespeare in Hollywood at Theatreworks. It was absolutely delightful. The costumes, set and tech were marvelous, and the cast was brilliant. There wasn't a dud in the bunch. The woman who played Puck stole every scene she was in. I'd go and see this again just to see her (and the backwards Shakespeare scene, which was pure genius).
It was lovely to get out of my theatre for the evening, although it seems to never leave me. In the second act of the show last night, a prop flower fell apart onstage. Instinctively I reached for my notepad intending to write down "hot glue flower", then realized that it wasn't my problem. Woohoo!
Posted by Kate at 12:10 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBackJanuary 15, 2005
...and ends with a bitchslap
Hell Week was hellish. Really, really hellish. It was one of those Hell Weeks that make me want to give up theatre. Fortunately, it's done and I've gotten over it. Now I have four whole days off in a row. I'm going to watch TV and knit and knit and knit. And drink.
Posted by Kate at 11:16 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBackJanuary 10, 2005
Hell Week Starts With a Vengeance
I foolishly dragged my sorry ass down to the theatre yesterday morning even though I still had a fever. Alas, the girl who was supposed to be running the sound didn't show up so guess who got roped into doing the sound (not just for the day, but for the whole run)? You guessed. Bleh. I hate running sound. Lights, not so bad. Sound, ick.
And then I felt really weird sitting up in the booth receiving notes when I'm supposed to be giving them.
I feel less wretched today. However, I cracked my lower lip open (due to nighttime congestion) and now I look like someone punched me in the mouth. I think I will blame Rob.
Posted by Kate at 11:12 AM | Comments (0) | TrackBackJanuary 8, 2005
Yack! Dog Food!
My super nice husband bought me some Theraflu. He got me the regular lemon Severe Cold kind, which is not what you would call "delicious", but is palatable. He also got the cherry-flavored Cough Up A Lung kind, which I've never had before. Since my cough is so bad I'm BARFING, I just decided to try the cherry flavored. It sure smelled good - it was like cherry jell-o just before it goes in the fridge.
It tastes absolutely wretched. It's worse than Robitussin. Even when I plug my nose, I can't drink it.
MUST DRINK THE THERAFLU. MUST GET SLEEP. MUST BE FULLY FUNCTIONAL BY TECH SUNDAY.
Posted by Kate at 12:23 AM | Comments (3) | TrackBackJanuary 6, 2005
When Good Colds Go Bad
So I've had this nagging little cough for a couple of days. Apparently all it needed to morph into the Himayalan Death Cold was for me to go up to the City and enjoy my first day of acting class at the ACT.
Please let there be some Theraflu in the medicine cabinet.
January 4, 2005
When Good Yarn Goes Bad
Ack! So I'm making this scarf out of Splash, and I drop a stitch. I'm normally pretty good at picking them up, but it's impossible to see where the mistake is, so I'm forced to frog the whole thing. Sigh. Curse the evil Splash.
I did, however, finish Avery's fuzzy scarf and my mom's scarf, which is made from Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk. I so want to keep it. It's sooooo luxurious. If I could afford to, I'd make a whole blanket out of it.
Posted by Kate at 10:58 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBackJanuary 2, 2005
Holiday Weekend: Round Two
Back from the semi-frozen north. As if I hadn't been homesick enough, today was one of those picture-perfect Seattle days that are so beautiful that it just takes your breath away. We drove south on 1-5 at sunset, and the orange, golden sky and the deep teal blue of Lake Union were spectacular.
Now we're back here and it's crappy and raining. Go figure.
New Year's was just dandy, even though practically everyone was sick. It was lovely to see the Neuharths, and we got a surprise visit from Adam. We had Pagliacci twice, Shultzy's, Dick's, a milkshake from Kidd Valley, and an absolutely delightful meal at The Hi-Life in Ballard. Rhinestone Rosie was on vacation (grrr), but I went nuts at Acorn Street.
Did I mention how homesick I am?