As ever, I am at the forefront of internet innovations.  You can now follow my mundane exploits via Twitter.  You also can see my latest entries in the sidebar to the right.  Yeah.  Now I’m gonna go get depressed over the use of child slaves in chocolate production.

So, Matt and I are planning to use cloth diapers for the baby.  Some friends of ours, who are also expecting, plan on using cloth as well.  In support of their poo-wrangling goals, I knit this:

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Cute, eh?  That, my friends, is a pair of wool soakers.  It is not as watertight as laminated fabric, but wool’s natural properties of water resistance and breathability make it good for diaper covers.  Something felted, treated with extra lanolin, would be even better, but these should work just fine.

Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with the picture in that last post… I can’t seem to fix it. Sorry. On with the show…

Last Friday, Matt and I had the big 20-week anatomy scan ultrasound. Having confirmed that there is indeed a human baby in there, Matt was hit hard by the nesting instinct. A week ago, we had a small cream-colored room filled with clothes to be sorted for donation, storage, and repair, a dirty blue carpet, faded old curtains, and other random junk. Matt did about 90% of the work, which is fine by me because I’m doing 100% of the gestating. Thanks sweetie!

A week later, we have new paint (Benjamin Moore Pear Green), valances (Jane Sassaman quilting fabric), courtesy of Jean, and a clean carpet:

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A HERMELIN crib and a SULTAN BLUNDA mattress, both (obviously) from IKEA:

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A refurbished yard sale changing table (in Krylon Blue Ocean Breeze), courtesy of Bob, complete with an initial stash of baby clothes:

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And a relocated Goose Lamp:

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Not too shabby, eh? Now I’ve got to go through all the junk and clothing that was relocated for the renovations. Oh, and continue growing another person. Can’t forget that part.

So, we went (quite a while ago) and got stuff:

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I went with a pocket full of money and someone to carry stuff for me…I ended up with what you see here.  While there was much to see, there was very little I wanted to buy.  Very little actual wool yarn.  Lots of sock yarns and lots of pretty wool blends, but hardly any plain old wool.  I was pretty interested in the organic merino from Greenwood Hill Farm, but didn’t get any.  I think I’ll be ordering some through their website.  It was beautiful stuff.

Since the festival was such a bust, I’ve started looking for DK and Sport weight wool yarns online.  They’re surprisingly hard to find.

The scarf up there is a basic feather and fan pattern, using some “WV Wool/Mohair” handspun.  It’s very pretty, almost silver in appearance. 

It was so hot yesterday, we went to the movies.  Before the movie started, the theater toilet flushed before I stood up.  It was not particularly pleasant.  Just in case you wanted to know.

The movie was good.  Not great, but good.  The two major problems, in our minds, were: (1) the script, and (2) the CG effects.

The script was teribble.  It was like they plotted out the action sequences and then played connect-the-dots to make a full script.  They tried to add a bunch of emotional crap, and it all came out totally lame-o because there was no development.

The CG was just…wrong.  The more practical effects were pretty good, like the car/motorcycle chase scene at the university.  That scene gets 1 puke bucket out of 4, by the way.  The almost entirely CGed car chase scene in the jungle was awful.  I missed most of that, though, because I was looking away, trying not to puke.  CG was just really out of place in an Indiana Jones movie, and felt like they just did it because they could.  Seriously, does an Indiana Jones movie really need CG prairie dogs?

So, overall puke rating of 2 buckets.  I missed a few scenes, but nothing vital to the plot (was any of it vital to the plot?), and recovered quickly between “episodes.”