Let’s just start with the hat.
That’s yours truly, obviously, and I’m wearing a woolly hat. INDOORS.
(-28C with windchill this morning when we left the house. One walks outside one’s door, and one loses one’s power of intelligible speech. Gaaa. GaaaaAAAAaaaaa. GAAAAAAAAAAA.)
Clothes Do Not Make The Doctor…but they sure help
Nicholas occasionally gets asked to give a talk on his research at various institutions all over the U.S. and Canada. (But not in Hawai’i…why not? Hawai’i, what gives? We feel slighted here.) I refer to these jaunts as his “Dr. Big Brain Gigs.”
This week, he is off to California to U.C. Merced, where the high is a blazing 60F. This temperature report led to mulling over wardrobe choices, for the young Dr. C wishes to look as snazzy as his research findings. Over the years, we’ve bought a selection of Nice Shirts; there have been Artsy Neckties and Jazzy Belts procured.
This Christmas, after several hours of a Doctor Who marathon, I purchased a purple and green paisley bow tie for Dr. N. (“Bow ties are COOL!” proclaims the newest telly Doctor, played by Matt Smith, who reportedly had to convince the entire wardrobe department and production staff of this fact until they broke down and let him wear one onscreen. The braces (“suspenders”) were also his idea, and are also proclaimed “cool” in one script. End Doctor Who trivia.)
This led to a couple of hours on Sunday of YouTube instruction in how to tie a bow tie, with Nicholas turning to me every ten minutes with “How does THIS look? Still wonky on that side?” or “OK, now look. This is better…right? Tell me it’s better.” (The video is all the more awesome due to the gent’s lovely Southern accent.)
About halfway through yesterday, I asked about Pants. You know, those garments that cover the lower half of one’s body? Yep. Those. Nicholas gaped at me, then went upstairs and came back dressed in snazzy shirt, slightly askew bow tie, and dress pants.
He looks at me. I look at the pants. He looks at the pants. I look at him. He looks back at me.
The pants are two sizes too small, and end somewhere around his ankle bones.
Nicholas’s last growth spurt was twenty years ago. I think that’s also when he last gained weight. The pants have shrunk. Somehow.
Regardless: He could not wear those shrinky-dinked pants to a fancy Dr. Big Brain Gig.
It is ten minutes to two PM on Sunday. Nicholas’s flight to California leaves Monday AM. The mall is 30 minutes away. It closes at 5 PM.
45 minutes later, we are in The Bay, looking at dress pants. 45 minutes after THAT, we are walking out of The Bay with two pairs of lovely pants in a bag.
On the way out, I carefully say, “Got everything else you need?” Him: “Yep.” Me: “Belt?” Him: “Yup.” Me: “Shirts?” Him: “Yup. Plus, I have my cool bow tie.”
By that time, we were at the car, so we headed for home so he could pack and I could hem the pants.
We eat dinner, I get out my sewing stuff and ask him to put on his dress shoes so I can judge the length properly. “Dress shoes?” says my cute Doctor.
Thirty minutes later, the house has been searched and the dress shoes are most definitely absent without leave.
It is now ten minutes to nine PM on Sunday; exactly twelve hours before the flight leaves.
He looks at me. I look at him. We both look at each other and say, “No. No. No. NO” a few times, just to get the denial out of our systems.
He looks at the Walmart website to see how late they are open, because that’s the only store in town with even a hope of dress shoes on Sunday night. Walmart is open till 10 PM.
By 10 PM, we are home with a pair of shiny Walmart dress shoes. Not to mention a roll of iron-on hemming tape. We are up past eleven hemming and ironing and packing, oh my.
I’m not even going to go into the 2.5-hour round-trip to the airport this morning. The airport which is 20 minutes away on a slow day. The snowstorm on the way there. The closed freeway where they didn’t tell anyone it was closed until we all arrived at the freeway onramps.
Oh, yes, and the minus 28 degrees C windchill temps the whole time.
He missed his flight. (He was able to get a later flight. Yay!)
But all of that pales in the light of this one fact: The dude can totally rock that darn paisley bow tie.
Week Three of Deep Winter Gladness Giveaways!
Since my Sunday and most of today has been eaten by the trip goblins, I am a little behind in my giveaway preparations. However, I do have this to go to some lucky denizen of the depths of January:
Meg Swansen’s Knitting: 30 Designs for Hand Knitting. (Lest you think you are depriving me of such a wonderful book: Somehow I have ended up with two copies. I’ll keep the one Zoe chewed on, how’s THAT for generosity?)
This is a pretty amazing book, even if you never knit a single one of the wonderful sweaters in it. Meg covers a little family history, several cast-on methods, corrugated ribbing, several bind-offs, steeks, hems, several I-cord techniques, buttonholes…it’s really Meg’s primer on sweater-knitting, with the sweaters thrown in as examples of various different styles and techniques.
Yoke sweaters. Cardigans. All-over stranded colourwork. Vests. Cables. Stockings with Form-fitted Arches.
I just looked this up, and it’s going for $71 in some places. Crazy town, but worth every penny.
This could be yours, straight from the Wiseheart Library, with all the wacky knitting juju your heart can hold. Just leave a comment on THIS post no later than midnight Thursday, Jan. 20. I’ll do the random number thing and announce the winner on Friday, Jan. 21. (Complete guidelines here, but post your entry comment on THIS post, Mon. Jan. 17.)
Will the Deep Winter Fairy have a second goodie to give away as she has had in prior weeks? What do YOU think? (My stash is deep. My stash is wide. Just sayin’.)
Facial expressions without price: