Frogging the Corset

No, I didn't frog the entire thing, I just thought the decreases for my size were a little odd--dec every 2nd row 9 times. It might have looked OK once I put on the straps but I didn't want to take that chance. It might have flipped out like a hat brim. So I ripped out as far as the first dec, then started doing decreases every 4th row instead. It made a more gradual slope in the waist.

My camera batteries are dead so no pictures. Look at this one and imagine it with a nicer slope to the waist.

No new progress on the 1942 Blouse.

Designing crochet thingy for book submission. Designing Top Secret Thing (not really, but it sounds all mysterious) for Top Secret Mystery Thingy. Getting ready to knit up a new small spinning project that might be posted here today.

Other than that I got nothin'.

Hmmm. Downstairs they either appear to be demolishing my building or putting up the rest of the new security door parts. Doesn't sound like firemen this time.

Later, much later: Nope, it was somebody moving in. Sombeody who I guess I've already offended by giving a glower and a non-commital grunt to their "Howdy!" or whatever quaint little hick saying it was. I guess they were expecting a cheery "Welcome to the neighborhood and come over and borrow stuff!" I've already had some dense young couple try to borrow my toilet plunger. I mean, would you like somebody to thrust your plunger in their poopy toilet and slosh it around with great abandon? Not on my watch you're not.

And since campus has grown around my apartment building like a fungus, when I wandered out into the street to buy ketchup and cat food (I also forgot to bring the cat food home) I was immediately innundated by freshmen. Badly dressed freshmen in flip-flops and tube tops. I won't even say what the girls were wearing.

*snort*