The Magazines Made Me Do It

*Blogs: the only thing that would ever inspire someone to show photos of their bathroom*

There's a good couple of hours in the afternoon where work is slow, so I treated myself to this month's domino and Lucky. I am embarrassed to admit that I am very easily influenced by magazines. If you call it "inspiration", it's a good thing. It's quite another when you lose sight of the fact that every picture in the magazine is styled, lit, and photoshopped and that the cool/glamorous people they highlight are probably not so cool and glamorous if you got to know them.

Anyway, as I have mentioned before, I kind of hate our apartment. And every page of domino is filled with gorgeous homes, reminding me that although we've done the best we could with what we've got, it's still not enough. And the tiny, cluttered bathroom counter is driving me crazy.

*cubes: what every wedding registry needs*

Enter the black cubes. We got them as a present and they used to be in the entryway of our awesome old duplex. Now, after months of being in storage, I was "inspired" to hang them over the toilet to hold some of the hygienic clutter. I'm hoping this comes off in a classy, modern "elevating normal objects to art" way. If not, at least they are being elevated.

Also - another reason I am showing pictures of my bathroom instead of my knitting is because I have screwed up my right arm. I have a strained rotator cuff and, guess what, carpal tunnel in my right wrist. Woohoo!

Red Scarf of Delicious Goodness

I wasn't going to cast on for this until I finished either the second green grass sock or Tubey, whichever came first. But I couldn't resist. The wonderful Malabrigo, the easy to do but complicated looking stitch pattern, the fabulous kettle dyed colors...there was no escaping. Besides, it's just a simple scarf, a project for those brain dead nights.

The pattern is My So Called Scarf and I predict it will be the chevron scarf of this season! (mostly because Jane is knitting it as well, and she is my Martha Stewart, except she does everything herself. No legion of illegal immigrants pruing her bushes and baking her cakes)