Amber & Handmade

Over the weekend, I made this scarf to celebrate the cold weather in Boston.  It's made with Cascade Yarns 100% Peruvian Highland Wool, using a garter rib stitch.  It was my first venture into a bulky yarn with a needle above a size 10.  I found it fast and easy, and it only sort of felt like cheating.

It has been pointed out that I forgot to smize in this photo.  That is because, for some unknown reason, I am incredibly dizzy today.  Like when you drink way too much and have to lie down on the bathroom floor after Margaritas with your boss from the music theater licensing place at a Mexican restaurant at your first job after college?  And then you swear off tequila? Only, I am not drunk.  It could be sinus congestion, or it could be an ear thing.  I am waiting for the doctor to call me back.  I really need the room to stop spinning.

Amber & Assigned Seating

I have a fickle relationship with assigned seating. In fifth grade, Mr. Sussman did away with assigned seating. Desks were pushed into little groups of four, and you could choose which other three people you sat with. Only, there were 21 kids in the class, which meant one kid always was at an island of desk by herself (me).

Ten years ago, I was part of the fierce and powerful opposition who ultimately defeated Moviefone's attempt to institute assigned seating in movie theaters in New York City. I could really choose my battles back then and wasn't going to let people who paid the Moviefone surcharge get a crack at a better viewing spot than me, no sir.

But then, I joined Crunch, the gayest gym ever, and for their spinning classes, they had assigned bicycle seating. I loved it. I could, by investing in getting to the gym early, make sure that CRD and I had adjacent bikes and were in a good spot where we could watch our posture in the mirror and also not be staring at the butts of others. My new gym doesn't have assigned seating which makes me a little nervous. What if the only bike is the one right in front of the instructor? What if the super fit girl who stands up every time is on the bike right in front of me and makes me feel bad about myself? Of course, it wasn't an issue last night, but what if?