I want to start a sweater again. I'm seriously considering winding off the wool for the fibonacci sequence sweater - the yarn I bought over my mid-fall break.

Or maybe just start another pair of socks. Simple socks, out of a self-patterning yarn. 'Cos I'm looking forward to The Weekend of Journal Articles, in hope of finding something to justify my life the different things in my paper that the reviewers asked about. I need something that doesn't require I look at it while I knit it, so the lace socks are out, the Canal du Midi socks are out, both scarves are probably out, and the Hiawatha lace stole is most definitely out.

That said, I think I need to start on something else pink. Maybe the Fibonacci sweater isn't the best choice. I find right now I'm craving bright pastels - pinks and yellows and greens. I think it's the aftereffect of being bone-cold for three days this week. (It's warmer today, gonna get up to close to 70. But then this weekend it'll dip back into the 30's. I will not be at all surprised if every last one of us living in my town gets sick because of the immune-system-stress of widely fluctuating temperatures).

In other news, I think it's time for me to let my Vogue Knits subscription lapse. No, it's not that I hated everything in the current issue. It's that just about everything I loved had as its largest finished bust size either 38" or 40". And I'm not talkin' bra-band size, here, I'm talkin' ribcage circumference PLUS boobies. I could do a 40" (or, hell, even a 38", if I'm not wearing a turtleneck under the sweater) around the diaphragm area, but I need at least a 44" to account for "da girls."

"Pretty, please"? Yeah, but if you're a fat chick, you don't get any pretty, according to Vogue. Feh. "NO PRETTY FOR YOU!" thanks, Knitting N*zi.

And yeah, I'm too lazy to size the stuff I liked up. (Actually, too busy is more correct - if I'm gonna sit down and use my poor little coconut on some design work, I'm gonna design my own, totally my own, not use it to modify someone else's).

No, I'm not really this cranky on a regular basis. It's just sort of frustrating to find pretty, feminine sweaters in a magazine and realize that you've been cut out of the design loop thanks to your bodacious ta-ta's *. I mean, I thought that was supposed to be a GOOD thing.

(*originally was going to asterisk the a's out to avoid weird web searches, but whatthehell).