Cheeto Scarf

I've been told that the above is this scarf's name, since this is what I was doing on Saturday morning while Maya worked on her science experiment (Mentos and Diet Coke - remember that?).

It's a Dad Project, and Zoe was off playing so I was stuck hanging around with my scarf - and a bag of Cheetos. It could have gotten ugly, so I figured we'd have to work out a little system. One row, one Cheeto. Another row, another Cheeto. It worked great and I got going pretty far on the scarf - not to mention the Cheeto bag. Amazingly - and a testament to my self control - there are still a couple of Cheetos left. Maybe 10. Let's just gloss over how many are gone, shall we? Some left is good, since I have about 500 yards to go.

A little sidebar on this scarf, by the way. It proves how far gone I am on the Type A Control Freak knitting. I tried, really I tried, to knit from a pattern with this one. But in the end, I just had an idea in my head. Some texture, some openwork, not so much "lace" but yarnovers. Something long and vertical. Honestly, with a database like Ravelry, you'd think I could find something I'd be able to knit, but nope.

(Carol is shaking her head here. She swears I can't knit a thing without changing it in some way)

Apparently, she's been proven correct again. I spent an hour or so with some graph paper and came up with this puppy. It's exactly what I wanted, and about 5 rows in, I knew I'd hit my scarf pattern destiny. But I have to ask myself whether it's the pattern I love, or the fact that I did it - much like Frank Sinatra - My Way?

I'm not so sure I want to answer that, so I'll move onto yesterday's brunch.

Bloody Marys. Overlooking the Charles River and the Boston skyline from Charlestown. I should have taken the photo earlier when the slices of lemon, lime and an olive were perched attractively on a toothpick and the glass was nice and full, but the blog just wasn't on my mind till later on . Obviously. This is Mary #2, already half gone. And you know, it still looks tasty.

The red topped cup was Zoe's. She had milk.

PS. I was hugely amused by your commentary on the Strangely Formal Sweater Guys, so expect more soon. I think Carol was right - they looked quite familiar with each other...