Like it / Like it not - Szeretem / nem szeretem

Like it: my Symphony interchangable needle tips, size 3.25mm. I bought these only because i wanted to try wooden needles. Originally didn't liked them, i was constatly afraid that the tips will get chipped off, the needle will broke in the middle, i didn't liked the colours, they were much slower then the metal needles... But in the course of the last year, i ended up using these a lots of times even when i started with different sizes or on plastic needles. I just keep ending up working with these and now i'm fairly sure they wont broke just buy holding them. I made some of my biggest knitting accomplishments with these, an Aeolian and a Swallowtail lace shawl, among other projects.
Good old tools which slowly but surely worked themselves into being one of my core knitting necessities.

Like it not: garter stitch. I'm all right with them as edging as they stop the fabric from rolling but as an all-around stitch, row after row, i just can't stand it. Soooo slow, and i have to fight to get the tip of the needle under the loop at every stitch... Guess would be less bad with a looser tension but i'm a tight knitter. So, for now, no garter stitch blankies and squares. I'll stick to lace :)

Like it: AC/DC. A couple of years back my brother and me asked our mum what kind of music did she listened to when she was our age. We both are no-mainstream, me liking heavy metal and world music and my bro liking punk, and we knew our dad liked pop-rock and she was in high school '72-76, in the height of abba and boney-m, so we wondered if it just us gone astray... Her answer: "Well, i liked stuff like ac/dc, led zeppelin and such". Both our jaws dropped. She grew like 4 inches in the eyes of my brother and we went "Ahaa!!! So it's a genetic thing. Not our fault!" Something genetic must be in it as our closest cousin - who is first cousin on both sides, yeah crazy family we are - is also into hard rock. Blame the parents :D

Like it not: i spent way too much money on yarn in the last two months. I barely bought anything in january and february, and now i'm falling over the other side of the horse (or what's the expression.) I think i spent between a hundred and hundred and fifty pounds. I dont wast to count it 'coz i'm afraid i'd end up something even closer to two hundred. At least i love all of them, everything i bought :)

Március 15. és a tavaszi letargia - 15 March and a K.O.

Azért jobban örültem volna, ha nem totális levertséggel ébredek, de olyan szinten, hogy tökéletesen üres fejjel támolyogtam ki az állomásra, a vonaton majdnem bőgtem minden ok nélkül, és 20 perc után hazakérezkedtem hogy ki tudjam bőgni magam. Tavaszi letargia? Vagy most jön ki rajtam a hosszú tél? Pár hete már érett a dolog de hogy ennyira padlóra küldjön... Nem egy méltó tiszteletadás a nemzeti ünnepen :(

It would've been a nice day if i hadn't woken up feeling totally beaten and on the verge of crying with no concrete reason whatsoever. I lasted 20 minutes at work then asked to be let home so i could cry it out. Spring letarghy or the long winter? I felt down for weeks but didn't expected to be knocked out this much. Not an appropriate tribute in our National Day :(

Családi ökörség, hál'istennek - It's a family thing, thank'god

Last saturday we went out for a drink with my cousin K; L stayed behind as he didn't had a chance to get in front of the computer 'coz K was doing stuff on it for him all day. So, girls party :)
And for the first time in our whole life, close to three decades, i've drunk more than her. We are definitely* getting old. If someone told me a few years ago that i'll be drinking beer in a british pub while K is having an energy drink without alcohol, i've laughed at them. Hard. First of all i didn't drink beer up until last summer'coz i couldn't, it was too bitter for me. I only had a few sips when we were in Estonia on a field trip with the uni and visited the A.le Coq beer factory in Tartu, and a glass at the goodbye party my classmates practically forced me to drink. It took hours and i only managed because those estonians can make some seriously fine beer, my brother still remembers longingly at that Saaremaa beer i brought for him; the very spicy dinner preceeding it also helped i guess. In the last two years though, since K moved here in England, we usually had Jägermeister as that's her favourite - yeah she's a tough girl :) and i had enough of vine-and-coke (Ok this sounds like i'm a big drinker but i'm really not. One or two glasses occasionaly.) And Jäger's bitter, but i've learned to handle it. So at the summer when i had a pint at the german beergarden i realized with surprise that it isn't that bitter at all. And is significantly cheaper and lasts longer then a shot of jäger with some soda, so since then i'm stuck to my pint.
I've found a funny line in AG too: "When you [white] people finally give up and go home, you can leave us the Budweiser breweries" - says Whiskey Jack. I have to admit currently i like Bud' the best because it doesn't have a bitter aftertaste, even though i cringe for the thought it's a u.s. product and not aussie or european, but i can't help it.




So we were drinking our stupid consumer american things and talked about nothing people usually talk at a saturday evening outing: instead we talked about american history, as this is (partly) my topic lately, and guns, and the combination of the two, and about the movie Schindler's List and the book and the real events behind it. A few weeks back, L was there too at that time, we talked about nuclear bombs, ethics and what that Mengele guy did. Another occasion we talked about constellations and astronomy.
No wonder we both (K and me) are singles, who could put up with girls like us who's not family? :D Even our respective brothers have problems with us :D :D


* I keep forget the spelling of this word. Definatley, definetley, definateley... argggh. Have to look up the dictionary all the time.

Sápadtarcúak - Palefaces

I think i'm watching too much indian stuff lately. As in too many red-brown skinned men :D Today i saw a nice looking guy in the store and thought "mm, he looks good, but is a bit too pale". Almost laughed out loud at myself as he wasn't particularly fair just had a rather pale skintone with contrasting darker hair. Yeah, well, this is England here, people can be very white, or even very pink... and there are more of these types, proportionatly, than what i got used to in Hungary, but until now the lots of black and asian people - whom i wasn't used at all - balanced this out. At home most people are white, even though more brown then here, but still white race (or is this word already considered non-pc?) We have a proportion of romani people and the occasional chinese shopkeeper and black students, but nowhere near the mixture of nations and colours and features like here. And it took me a while to get used to it, simply because it is strange. No wonder people get suspicious, prejudiced and even adverse. I can understand it now. Not agree, but realize that it is (another) human weakness.
It's one of those things i didn't came across at home and make this whole living-abroad, being uprooted thing a bit more valuable experience then just working in a sponge factory.

Piac - Market

Utálom amikor árulnom kell valamit: fölösleges bútort, munkaerőt, szabadidőt - vagy üres szobát.

I hate it when i have to sell something: unneded furniture, workforce, freetime - or vacant room.

bip bip

Nothing going on - no snow, no nothing happenin'. Wich is quite good, just not really bloggable, or interesting. I spend my days at the workplace in a kind of stupor, brain capacity on about 30%, perfect condition for this type of job and even stupid enough for some loughs.
So when i get home, i dont really bother to push the capacity much higher for that few hours before going to sleep. Just a bit of reading, bit of knitting, watching the same movies over and over again. And then hopefully sleeping without dreaming, as i tend (always tended to) have only bad dreams, and those in turn make a bad morning.
Sort of nice being so hare-brained, at least i'm calm. Relatively. First time in my life, or at least a very long time... but feels like first. Mmm. Only setback is that i can't make any mentally demanding output, like writing, learning, or improving things. Oh well, this blissful ignorance won't last ong, i know myself, so within a very short time i will go back to my usual brooding self i'm afraid.

...
I took a Shakespeare's Tragedies compilation from the library two weaks ago and this proved to be a very good thing. Finished Othello and R+J so far, the latter one i read in high school as the only compulsory S. drama. Right now i'm still reading King Lear - the tragedy/Folio version - at lunchbreaks. That guy's plain stupid, how the heck did he become king?!
The start of the story was interesting to read, we have a folktale very similar to the situation described. In the hungarian folktale version, the youngest daughter's answer is not "nothing" but "like salt in the soup", and goes into exile alone, and finds a husband later. The other two daughters do not conspire against the king, and the protagonist is the rejected daughter, not the king.
I do not know the drama's end yet, but in the folktale, the girl invites her family for her wedding and they go of course as they want to reconcile. She cooks every meal for the king herself, without salt - so to show just how much the absence of it means.

Always loved this story :)

...
Also, and the thing which brought me to write finally, i just finished the second sleeve on the lush-and-lacy cardigan. Checked very frequently with the other sleeve, so they will be identical, and just before casting off, realized somthing was wrong. But not with this one: the first sleeve. I skipped one row on the lace pattern, on the second pattern repeat (there are only three, luckily). Yuck. Tomorrow will be ripping off and knitting again.

The funny thing in this: i find this pattern first at Faith's blog, and she made a quite similar mistake on it - she made a row twice instead of skipping, and on one of the fronts, but still - pattern's jinxed or what :) Sort of amusing. I guess the pattern is simple enough for not requiering full concentration but just tricky enough to play some tricks on the absent-minded.
Nevermind. ^_^

(Brain's too burned out to think in hungarian. 'coz that's easier and once i go back and start to write/think in hungarian it's a big pain to get the english back wich i must do for the workplace. Takes a whole day, actually, all the while i'm answering "igen" (e-ghen, "yes") for the affirmative and even talk hungarian to the slovakian collegue. Who actually knows a few words, coming from a neighbouring country with a 500 thousand strong of hungarian minority (out of the 5.3 million overall). Ehhehe. )

Van még petárda - Still have crackers

Még most is puffogtatnak. Még világosban kezdték.
Akárcsak tegnap.

Still cracking. Started at daylight already.
Just like yesterday.

...

Az meg egy másik dolog, hogy '90-es évek Magyarországán felnőve, az első dolog aminek hasonló hangja volt mint ami most megy odakint, az Szarajevó (és más városok) ostromáról készült közvetítések voltak. Több éven keresztül.
Előtte ugye nem nagyon látott az ember gyereke tüzijátékot, csak messziről, meg tévében; aztán az évtized végére azér már voltak városi szintű piro-előadások is, de ott meg ugye látta az ember a füstöt és a kezelőket is a bolt lapostetején. De ezek a hangok nekem még mindig az ágyúzást idézik, különösen amikor nem hallatszik a a petárda szikrázása és sistergése, csak a fellövés pukkanása. És ez a gyakoribb.

On an other side, having been grown up in Hungary in the '90s, the first thing i clearly remember making such noise as this were the reports about the siege of Sarayevo and other fights in the former Yugoslavia. For years long.
Before that there where not many fireworks around apart from the ones shown on tv and some at national holidays so i (we) were not used to it; by the end of the decade we too had shows in our small town but at those one could see the smoke and the men handling the stuff at the top of the groceries store, so one know what they were. But these sounds are still just too similar for me for those canon and gunshot sounds, especially when i can't hear the sizzling and cracking of the firework only the sound of the shots. Which is the case more often then not.

És én csak a "szomszédban" laktam és a tévében néztem, de milyen lehet ez annak, aki ott is élt és tényleg repkedtek ágyú, puska és egyéb lövedékek a feje felett?

And i was living only in the "neighbourghood" and watched on tv, but how must it feel like for someone who lived there and actually had cannon and machine gun rounds flying over their head?

Könyvmoly - Bookworm

Well i guess Jane Austen and vintage radio comedy does not go well together, just like heavy metal and knitting, but whatever. No one is so unlucky to have to put up whit me, so i can be as queer as i wish :)

So, four full watch later, short - sleepwise - with 2 hours, i'm on page 232 now (still p&p, now paper and ink format) , and of course i know myself enough so i bought two more books as well for next week. Now that i'm almost at the end, and also having been read Persuasion in english, and Sense and Sensibilty both in english and hungarian, i think i really like Jane Austen and she would be my favourite writer ever - - if she would be covering history and/or fantasy as well and wouldn't concentrete on girly topics, though for this i complain only when i'm not reading; when i'm reading, i'm perfectly contented with the books :) I'm insatiable i know, an old fault of mine. My other would-be fav is Neil Gaiman who has fantasy but i miss the female thinking and delicacy - obviosly as he is a male... And i love 'Mrs Murray' too, but more her books then her writing (if this makes sense).
Now, i'm not a high-strung literature critic, i'm just looking for a soulmate writer :D I used to write myself for my own entertainment but since i live in england and consequently use english in a big part of the day, my writing skills are all but gone. A few days ago i did not use a word in a text message to my cousin - in hungarian - because i wasn't sure of the spelling. This had never happened me before. Ever. Not even in primary school, i was always very good in spelling (as i always read a lot once i learned it...) It was painful. My english is getting better, but i feel the price, and in a very unexpected way, as everyone is always talking about homesickness and stuff, but i never heard anybody mention the loss of the mother tongue. Ok not loss, but the decreased quality. So to make up for this, i'm on a constant lookout for someone who writes like i would if i could :)

I'm an oddball, anyways so shouldn't be surprised :)

Dolgok - Things

2. világháborús repcsik kötelékben (mind a kettő, aztán amég két másik keresztbe, kicsit lemaradva); a városközpontban füstszag, a mentőállomás teli kocsikkal, most meg helikopterek. A boltban kirakva - egy hete, már a szülinapom előtt - a karácsonyi pudingok és sütik. Nemcsak hogy saláta, szendvicskrém sincs ecet nélkül. Veterán a bolt előtt adomáynokat gyűjt én meg majd elsüllyedek mert mi a másik oldalon voltunk. A felső lakás lépcsőjén két akkora ventillátor - falkiszárítási célból - ami elég lett volna hogy az egész gyárat lehűtse a nyári hőségben. A zuhanyzót naponta kétszer pókhálózom, mégis egyre több van belőlik, de soha nem tapasztalt mértékű ellenszenvvel gondolok a vegyi fegyver bevetésére, így még küzdök egy sort a partvissal. Büszkeség és balítélet dvd-t úgy vinni a pulthoz mintha szégyelnem kellene, hogy romantikus filmeket nézek.

Nehéz az élet.

:D
...

2nd ww airplanes flying in formation (both of them, the other two crossing left and right a bit later); smell of smoke over the town centre, ambulance station full with vans, and now helicopters. The shop - a week ago, days before my birthday - already stocked with christmas pudings and cakes. Realizing not only salads, but sandwich toppings also do not exist here without vinegar in them. Veteran in front of shop doing collection, and upon seeing it i want to sink into the ground as we were on the other side back then. On top flat's stairs two fans - drying the wall - big enough they could have cooled the whole factory during this summer's heat. Cleaning the bathroom for spiderwebs two times a day now and there's just more and more of them, and for never-before -so- big guilt i'm still holding back the chemical weapons and struggle a bit more with the brush. Taking Pride and Prejudice dvd to the till like i should be ashamed for watching romantic movies.

Life's hard.

:D

Mi kell a nőnek - What a woman wants

Na jó ez kicsit korhatáros lesz. Nem vészesen, 12 alattiak kíméljenek :)
Ok, this will be slightly rated. Like 12A / pg13 :)

Ez a hét annyira unalmas volt, hogy a legnagyobb történést a tegnap esti két foster + egy jéger jelentette. Ja és hogy beszéltek hozzánk angolok. Na, az aranyos volt.
Kicsit nagy volt a tömeg, úgyhogy a mellettünk - egész tetemes mennyiségű üveggel - borozó társaság egyre közelebb szorult, míg végül egyikük feltette a szokásos kérdést: Bocsi, lengyelek vagytok?
Ha ha.

This week was so boring that the biggest events were the two fosters and the shot of jägermeister yesterday evening. Oh and we got talked up by englishmen. That was nice.
There were a bit bigger crowd as usual in the pub so the guys drinking - pretty nice amount of vine btw - near us kept gettng pushed closer to us, until finally one of them asked the usual question. "Are you polish?"
Ha ha.


Aztán elhúzták a csíkot, deee! Négyen visszajöttek, és leálltak dumálni velünk egy kicsit. Első kérdés.
- A p..... miatt vagytok itt?
- Bocs, ezt nem hallottam...
- A p****k miatt jöttetek ide? felszedni párat?
- He?!!
Az nem létezik hogy azt mondta amit én hallottam. Pedig de, mert harmadszorra is ugyanezt a szót használta... Ehh. Közöltem, hogy nem, csak sörözünk, dumálunk - furán néztek ránk, hárman rögtön vissza is húzódtak a háttérbe és elkezdték nézegetni az órájukat. A negyedik - aki alapból a legértelmesebbnek tűnt az egész társaságban - még beszélgetett egy kicsit, aztán hagytam hadd menjenek.

They all left after a while, but!!! Four of them came back and we had a little chat. First question.
- Are you here for the d....
- Sorry, i didn't catch that...
- Are you here for the d***s? To get some?
- Ehh?!!
No way way that they said what i heard them saying, but yes, they used the same word for the third time as well. Sheesh. I told them that no, we are just having a beer and chatting here - they looked like not believing me, and three of them immedietly fall back and started to check they watches. The fourth - the one who looked the most intelligent in the whole band from the start - talked with me a bit more, then i let them go.

Azért annak örültem, hogy uralni tudtam a helyzetet. Még némi kis lenézést is csempésztem bele - de sajnos úgy tűnik, errefelé 20 és 30 között tényleg az a normális, hogy péntek-szombat este azért megy ki pubba az ember, hogy beszerezze a hétvégi partnert... És ezért néznek ránk furán, mert mi nem.

I was quite happy that i was able to not just handle but control the situation, and even put in a slight disdain too - but the conclusion is, that sadly, i think the norm around here is that if you are about 20 - 30, then you spend your friday and saturday evenings with getting someone to get laid with for the weekend. And since we are not doing this we are simply odd.

Idegek - Nerves

I definetly have them - too many and too weak. Actually my hair is like that too, too many but too thin, according to a hairdresser i went to a while ago. And i thougt it's too few but thick... but the same woman told me i have darkblonde hair, so... (I'm dark brown. Medium in bright sunshine. Not a shade lighter.)

So... the thing is, the package i sent last monday still haven't arrived as of today (thursday). The letter - posted on last thursday - arrived on tuesday, but no package yet. I feel so sorry for my pal, i already had that net connection blunder, and now the packet is late.
I'm just so afraid that it's my fault, i messed up the adress, put something in it so now it's being examined by counter-terrorist specialists, or fell into pieces mid-air, or the owl got a heat stroke over the French Riviera or a stray turbulence smashed it into a skilift over the alps or... or the royal mail simply lost it, because it is a simple air mail and not something recorded, signed for, or tagged with biometrical identification... yes, these later are my fault, and that's what i'm dreading. I sent it as a simple air mail package, as so far everything i ordered from abroad, from the us to australia, arrived safe and sound and quick with "airmail, no fuss".

Maybe the problem is that those came in, and this one went out.


But if some thickneck postman stole the cookies and the yarn and is having a tea with them while watching eastenders, i will curse them to boogies. Arggghhh.

Input

Listening: Kerrang Radio, HP4 (the one with the goblet, Rita Skeeter and Cedric Diggory)

Reading: Joseph Campbell: The Masks of God: Primitive mythology - brilliant, i mean... 3 chapters on, not a single word about actual mythologies, only explaining the background, and although i do not understand it fully (wouldn't even in hungarian, i reckon) it is absolutly interesting and and... wow. I'm so glad i signed in the library again, this is my third pack of books and a second one - the first was the one about britain's religions - with seriously good facts, and the "widening of horizon" i missed in the last few years. Of course it can turn awful later (only three chapters down), but it was worth already. I love it when i read a book and instantly know that i learned something or some already known pieces fell into their places.


Watching: i'm afraid i will watch the HP movies again. Have Bridget Jones now too, but it's too... erm, close to home? Single girl drinking... oops :D I'm not that bad though as Bridget. I drink much less :D :D


Thinking: being bilingual(ish) can be tireing. Sometimes the words only come in just one language, and it's a real pain to translate them. The lines i type out effortlessy in one of them just doesn't sound good, clatter, break on the other... I'm already losing the nuances of hungarian, composite words start to sound strange, some expressions i cant find a true match for - and on the other hand, my english grammar is faulty, my vocabulary still not wide enough, and the pronounciation- well, thats simply troll. Yesterday i told one of my british collegues that i once worked at McDonalds - and he heard "mental ward" instead. Okey, they are not that far from each, but still...

And once i knew german too :) Danke schön :)

OH csoport - Post with OH content

OH as of alcohol molecules. I really don't know wich one has the more serious effect, a pint of 5% beer or several shots of 40% herb stuff (as in Jägermeister) - tried the first on friday (with live music, mmmm) , the second today/yesterday, well... one month 'till me b'day, always the crazy time of the year for me.
Both feels dizzy, encouraging, and slightly, chocking with tears. Throw in a (still) heartbroken cousin with a pain bigger then this little blue dot planet called Earth here; and a still single myself, and i'm really not nagging, just saying stuff, coz there's freedom of speech in this country, right? I mean people fought for this! I should use it and respect it, whit getting the courage and saying stuff out loud.
I know those with kids but no proper sleep, or those without kids but demanding jobs have they own share too, and they would say, "don't complain" to me, but hey. Don't look down at me just because i don't have neither and my "only problem" is calculating the alcohol effect once a month, otherwise just knitting around absent-mindedly and doing some brainless job, and care for myself, no one around. No, i'm really not complaining. I'm just telling facts, 'coz this is my blog, so that's why it is around in the first place, 'innit? And what if i'm not as happy as i could be, is it a sin not to feel whole being alone instead of "being a strong, independent woman" - hell, i want to be a weak, dependent woman on someone's side for goodness sake, why would i want to be alone if i could have someone to share with?! - but what i want is just a thing. Not something that matters when i could been living in a place where i have no job, or no food, or no rights, or no peace (peace meaning no war here not quieteness) and i i'm thankful i have all those things i have, it's just sometimes i miss the things i dont have and honestly, dont seem such big things that they ought to be denied from me until i'm worth for them, when others who look much less whorth have them and dont give a thought . Just human nature, to be constantly unsatisfied and unthankful with what we have and longing for things we dont have.

And i really dont mind wich one is heavier, the lots of beer or the few herbs, the only annoying moments are the people who think they have so much bigger problems than me, and the silly little me who knows exactly how little my silly problems are.

And cricket is dead boring, and makes rubish football look like the exitment of your life.

Also english guys are rubish. I mean, two beers in four hours, then going home whithout chatting up some girls at the nearby table?! Come ooooon!!!

:D

Questionnaire for SP14

I signed up for the 14th round of Secret Pal :) I'm really exited about it, i like secrety things and surprises :)
Here's the questionnaire for it, it was fun to think about all this.

1. What is/are your favorite yarn/s to knit with? What fibers do you absolutely *not* like?
I just recently started using anything else than cheap acrylic, so dont really know ... I like yarns which are soft to the touch, and knowing they are machine washable or at least not that delicate with water greatly increases my liking of them.

2. What do you use to store your needles/hooks in?
I have a very handy case for the straight needles i got with one of the Simply Knitting magazine issues; i hang the circulars on a pin from my message board.

3. How long have you been knitting & how did you learn? Would you consider your skill level to be beginner, intermediate or advanced?
I took up knitting about 2-2,5 years ago again, together with crochet,and get serious on it at the last christmas season. I learned to knit in fifth grade, in an afternoon class i joined way after it started, so only learned to cast on and knit stich, and the basics for purl before the summer holiday. But the teacher gave a very very good advice: "If you can knit, you can purl; and if you can knit and purl, you can do everything" - i often remember this and it is really true and helped me a lot, and not just in knitting.
I think i'm an advanced beginner, maybe intermediate if i concentrate well :)

4. Do you have an Amazon or other online wish list?
I do have but i have to upgrade it, i will very soon!

5. What's your favorite scent?
Never thought about this... in perfumes, i like light, fresh, bit of flowery maybe, scents; i like cinnamon, the smell of wood/trees, rose and lily-of-the-valley. I dont like strong, heavy or very artifical things.

6. Do you have a sweet tooth? Favorite candy?
I'm afraid i have... i like plain old milk chocolate stuff, traditional cakes and candies; i'm a bit afraid of savoury or peculiar stuff like liquorice or orange and mint white chicolate and similars.

7. What other crafts or Do-It-Yourself things do you like to do? Do you spin?
I used to do cross-stich, embroidery, beading jewellery and figurines too, origami, knotted armbands and crochet; i'm currently learning spinning with a spindle and some basic scrapbooking.

8. What kind of music do you like? Can your computer/stereo play MP3s? (if your buddy wants to make you a CD)
I like rock and metal the most, closely followed by classical and world music; a little blues, folk or evergreens (e.g. Elvis) and movie/anime soundtracks too. I don't like sugary pop straight from the radio, or rap and hip-hop in general. Mp3-s are welcome on my computer and musicplayer :)

9. What's your favorite color(s)? Any colors you just can't stand?
Blue, the rich colours of autumn, blue, happy/cheerful shades, blue... I like to wear darker things, but knit with lighter and more colourful stuff.
The delicate thing is putting colours together; i can't stand e.g. grey and yellow together, they just ruin each other. I don't really like neon or very artificial shades, and am not a fun of pink.

10. What is your family situation? Do you have any pets?
I'm a single plant-owning girl, dreaming about having a cat, a dog, some fish and a nice guy, not necessarily in this order.

11. Do you wear scarves, hats, mittens or ponchos?
I wear scarfs and mittens as i commute, for hats here is not could enough usually, and never had a poncho but should be a nice thing.

12. What is/are your favorite item/s to knit?
I like socks, i make two at a time on one circular; i did not have an adult-sized garment finished yet, so dont really know... I think i don't dislike anything.

13. What are you knitting right now?
Strictly speaking, only an Isabella Vest for my mom. I knit here and ther a square for a bedcover (a prolonged learning experience), a pair of socks and a scarf are in limbo, and planning two shrugs to do very soon.

14. Do you like to receive handmade gifts?
Yesss!!!

15. Do you prefer straight or circular needles? Bamboo, aluminum, plastic?
I prefer circulars, aliminium or metal ones, with flexible wires.

16. Do you own a yarn winder and/or swift?
None of them yet.

17. How old is your oldest UFO?
Two years i guess, a bag and some granny-squares; but i'm planning to rip them and use the yarn for something else. Oh and a bad cardigan, back only, this needs to be completely redone.

18. What is your favorite holiday? What winter holiday do you observe?
Christmas, and christmas :)

19. Is there anything that you collect?
Years and hopefully some wisdom :) And yarn, and books :) Lately i started buying cheap houseplants and am constantly surprised i did not mad them rot out, so i am always tempted to buy some more...

20. Any books, yarns, needles or patterns out there you are dying to get your hands on? What knitting magazine subscriptions do you have?
I think i'd love some pattern treasuries and books on top-down stuff. And spinning books too. I buy every issue of Simply Knitting, as i don't like subscriptions. I'd like to knit with more handpainted - handspun yarn and with totally natural, undied stuff too - they seem to me like some really delicius desserts done by a very skillful someone :) (For which i might not yet be worthy of :)

21. Are there any new techniques you'd like to learn?
Spinning, with spindle and eventually with a wheel too; one-row lace and really intricate cables.

22. Are you a sock knitter? What are your foot measurements?
Yesss, is such a fun and quick and colourful and snug!! My foot is 23,5 cm / 9 1/4" long and 21 cm / 8 1/4" in circumference.

23. When is your birthday?
14 September, in the middle of grape harvest :)

24. Are you on Ravelry? If so, what's your ID?
Yes, i'm Shadowbat there too.

Az élet... - Life...

... szívás. Bocs a csúnya szavakért.

...

... it sucks. 'xcuse my language. Lately - since being alone and only bothered by the whining of a cousin who had her first heartbreak at the age of 26 - first time in my life, I was able to think about myself mostly without other's influences. I'm very easily influenced, prone to compromises and looking at anybody else's well-being before my own; and at the same time, i'm not really kind.
I guess losing a parent while being very young does have a profound effect on one's life. Not that i did not knew this; i just mean, i realized lately, how profound and more... subconcius it is.
In lots of things, i was always more mature than those of the same age; but i only figured out lately that i was also more immature at other aspects, too. Like in the upper grades of elementary; now i know why some of the teachers had problems with me: here's a smart, serious-thinking girl, good in academics - who giggles the day away and just can't sit on her chair properly. I drove my homeroom teacher mad all the time unintentionally; my mom was called in to discussions about me on two occasions, oh and one of them was because i was bullied by my classmates. So she called my mom. Well done.
And then high school, well that was ok, i guess because of the hordes of adolescents around i didn't stood out, especially after the third year, when i found real buddies and even friends :)
Than the uni, which, thinking back, was a disaster, where everyone just went on their own way, everyone seemed to know what they want, except me. Oh, and the profound lack of kindred spirits still knocks me off. It ought to have been a freethinking, well-read society with a broad range of interest in every subject as well as in the world - but I rarely had interesting conversations aside of what courses do we have. Simply put, no one seemed to being interested in anyone else beside themselves maybe except for study material, and maybe if their musical/fashion/theater tastes were an exact match. For example, I took up a history class once. In an other department, other building, where everyone else around was a history or archeology major, and here i come from the language department. Any questions? Nope. Looked through me. Not one question about "how come a swedish-estonian student wants to learn about heraldry?" or "hey, you're other faculty, what do you learn there exactly?", or not even a chat about their own classes. Just plain dull uninterest and talking about the wheather. Ok, being extremely shy did not help, but the lack of of "being interested"... oh boy.
Funny enough, my workplaces - all of them factories - where all more interesting places with more interesting people then this big-named university. Ivy-league is the same everywhere i guess.
And then about a year or a half ago, me cusin sa'd to me "i just cant understand you, coz you are so different of any of my other friends". Sure. Good. And as i'm sensible enough not to humiliate others right away when they are idiots with me, but try to figure out first what's the reason of them being a jerk, i did not tell her "because none of them lost their father at age four, d***head, as you are very well aware of". As most of my strangeness goes back to that event and even more so onto it's aftermath. But nevermind, from someone who lived 25 years and only realized in the last two that how good and happy a life she had, i cant possibly expect to comprehend why someone like me behaves and thinks like i do. Even if she grew up with me and knew about most of the things. Ignorance is bliss.

Or am i being too emphatic again?

Szivárvány -Rainbow

Your rainbow is slightly shaded brown.

What is says about you: You are a deep thinking person. You appreciate the roughness of nature. You feel closer to people when you understand their imperfections.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

vagy...

you are seagreen #2E8B57

Your dominant hues are cyan and green. Although you definately strive to be logical you care about people and know there's a time and place for thinking emotionally. Your head rules most things but your heart rules others, and getting them to meet in the middle takes a lot of your energy some days. Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen. Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.

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...valami ilyesmi. Kicsit kékebbet reméltem de sebaj.