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There will be some knitting content I promise. Right now I want to whine a little and it relates to my knitting. Also, there’s a meme at the end. Because I care.

Some of you may know that I work on this show as a hairstylist (Please don’t name the show if you comment). It’s a fun show to work on. Tons of parodies, and spoofs. The writers of the show do really come up with some funny bits (way funnier than SNL). LOTS of character work. Which means wigs. Wigs wigs and more wigs. Each week this year the sketches are getting bigger and more complicated

I don’t think it’s personal, but this year they are trying to kill us.We often spoof movies or trailers of movies that are coming out. This week it was Dreamgirls.

Big budget movies take anywhere from 3-9 months to make. I think Dreamgirls took about three moths if I remember correctly (I didn’t work on it, but when I needed to hire people for my show last year no one was available because everyone in my local was working on that damn show). When we do a sketch on it we get from 1-3 days to recreate the look.

One to three days isn’t much. Especially since we do 12 or so sketches a week. We normally have to purchase, wash, cut, and style 35-50 wigs a week.

The Dreamgirls sketch had 15 wigs in it. All period looks. Which is usually about 2-3 hours more work per wig than styling some modern day hair.

Here’s the part where it relates to my knitting…

Today I can’t raise my right arm above my head. And three of the fingers on my right hand hurt.

And I still have an assload of Christmas knitting to do. Not that I knit with my arms above my head or anything, but you get my point. Also, all I really want to do right now is nap and knit, but I have some clients today. Really, the last thing I want to do right now is some more damn hair. I have tried to get rid of these clients, but they just won’t go away.

Anyway, that’s all. I just wanted to whine.

On to knitting…

These socks are done. I just need to weave in the ends and ship them off to Colorado.

The rest of these photos can’t be discussed. I’ll just post them.

Some cashmere

Some Malabrigo

The Jaggerspun

Some more cashmere. Although, this is just for me. I’m selfish that way.

Some more Malabrigo. Again, for me.

Even more Malabrigo. NOT for me.

Why can’t I talk about any of these projects? Well, my Mom found Slowknitter.

I don’t really care that she found it. But I did admonish her to not tell anyone else about it. And also to stay off the site because her Christmas present was on here.

That lasted a whole week. Then she told my brother and my sister in law.

Anyway, my mom got a talking to, and I can’t talk about any of this until after Christmas. Or whenever I finish. Whichever comes last.

La, of Jenla invited me to do a meme. What La might not know, is that in my line of work when you are “invited” it’s not actually an invitation, but a request that you get your happy ass to set. (i.e. “the actors and hair/makeup have been invited”) When you hear it come over the walkie it means that they’re ready to start shooting and they are waiting for you. Well, hair and makeup don’t get walkie talkies. It’s a rule for some reason. But here’s a secret- we don’t want one. The last thing I need is to have voice from the walkie interferring with the voices already in my head. Anyway- the meme.

Six Weird Things About Me

THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the ‘6 weird things about you.’ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I can’t stand to eat mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, or celery. It’s not the taste, it’s the texture. Most of my food dislikes are actually about texture rather than taste. Except for celery. Celery tastes disgusting in addition to having a bizarre texture. However, it doesn’t stop me from cooking with them. I just won’t eat them.

2. I sucked my thumb until I was 12 years old. Only the addition of long metal prongs to the back of my lower braces made me stop. And boy was I pissed off.

3. I never forget a face. Never. Names are another story. When I meet someone for the first time my brain is so busy logging in what they look like that their name sails right over my head. Even if I only meet you once, and then run into you again years later I will remember that I met you. And the circumstances surrounding our meeting. But not your name.

4. I only wear red nail polish, and only on my toes. It’s fruitless for me to get a manicure as I will have my hands in water and chemicals all day long. Plus I don’t like people I don’t know touching my hands. On a related note I also do not like it when people touch my head or (especially) my hair. It creeps me out. The irony that I am a hairdresser is not lost on me.

5. I don’t eat beef. I can’t stand the taste, and the texture grosses me out. No steak, no hamburgers. Yet I will gladly eat a lamb chop or a turkey burger. And I love bacon like it’s my job.

6. I have a pretty uncanny memory for color. Especially hair color and paint chips. When I used to do haircolor in a salon with clients I would never write the formulas down. I didn’t need to. I’m the same way with paint. To a certain degree I also associate color with people, or smells, or emotions. Strangely, this doesn’t always work with yarn.

Ok. There it is. I know you’re supposed to tag/invite 6 more people. But I’m not going to. If you decide to do it just leave me a note in my comments.

Back to my knitting that I can’t show you. Blah. I hate the self edit button.  Thanks Mom!

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