EXFOLIATE!!

I finished Exfoliate!! last night.

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Everytime I look at it, I want to shout “EXFOLIATE!” in my loudest and shrillest dalek voice. Also, I think the dalek bumps will make this cloth an excellent potscrubber. And what better punishment for the daleks than to set them to scrubbing dirty pots? Honestly, I don’t know.

Don’t ask me why.

I had an amazing and strange dream this morning, involving Captain Jack, Doctor Donna, and furniture shopping at Ikea.

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Perhaps I need to have my head examined?

A Silly 10th Doctor Story

In honor of Saturday’s series four premiere of Doctor Who, I present you with a silly 10th Doctor story, based on an ACTUAL dream I had a few weeks ago. (Rated G, in case you are wondering…) Also, sorry if the language is redundant. It’s way past my bedtime here.

Enjoy!

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The noise of the marketplace nearly overwhelmed Martha as she stepped with the Doctor from the TARDIS. She stood, stunned, and waited while he quickly locked the TARDIS door.

When he spun around, he said, grandly and with a sweep of his arm, “The Bazaar of Bamberga! Come on, then. Let’s see what we can see.” And with that, he strode into the crowd.

Martha’s senses were assailed by the strange sights and smells and sounds of the busy marketplace as she pushed past two strange looking aliens who appeared to be arguing with a vendor over the cost of a length of cloth. She tried to stay focused on keeping up with the Doctor as she made her way through the crowd.

The Doctor stopped suddenly at a table and picked up a small round object that looked to Martha like a metallic perfume bottle. He was holding it very near to his nose and peering at it intently.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Hmm?” He replied, lost in thought. Then, he noticed she was looking up at him and he said casually, “Oh, it’s made of Bezoolium. It forecasts the weather.” He shrugged and offered the object to Martha to examine. “A silly little trinket, really. You wanna see it?”

Martha shook her head and he placed the Bezoolium bottle back on the seller’s table with an apologetic smile. Together they moved away from the table. “This whole marketplace is built on an enormous asteroid,” he was saying as she walked along side him, trying to take everything in.

Suddenly, there was an enormous cheer, rising up from the crowd ahead of them. The Doctor and Martha looked at each other. He raised his eyebrows and she smiled back at him. “Shall we?” He asked. Martha nodded and together they headed toward the boisterous cluster of humans and aliens.

They pushed into the throng which had gathered around a vendor’s booth. A largeish box had been placed upon a table and the vendor was shouting at the crowd. It soon became clear that he was running a sort of auction, taking bids on the box while talking up its features.

The box itself was beautiful, made from ornately carved wood. “What’s in it?” Martha wondered aloud.

The Doctor shook his head and was about to answer when the alien standing on Martha’s other side said, “Dunno, but ‘e says it’s the last one in the universe. I figure I’m going to take it home and cook it for my dinner.” The man practically drooled as he shouted another bid at the merchant.

“That doesn’t seem right,” the Doctor said with a sigh. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t just take the last of something in the Universe and make it into your dinner.” To Martha’s surprise he shouted a bid and was quickly outbid by another in the crowd.

“But do you know what it is?” Martha asked.

“I’m not sure it matters,” the Doctor replied, making another bid.

“Alright then,” Martha said, blinking in bewilderment. She shifted her weight and resigned herself to helping the Doctor shift that box back to the Tardis once he’d won it. It looked heavy.

Bidding on the mystery box was heated at times and its value, to Martha’s astonishment, rose sharply. It wasn’t long before the price of the box was well over a million BerDollars. At last, the Doctor was able to outbid the other buyers, settling on a price of twelve and a half million.

“Isn’t that a lot for a box that may very well be empty?” Martha said as he dug around in his pocket.

“Yeah,” he replied. “But it’ll be centuries before twelve and a half million BerDollars is worth more than a few quid. Ah.” He pulled a handful of coins and counted what looked to Martha to be about £2.50 into the vendor’s eagerly open hand. The man closed his fist around the coins and indicated that they could take the box.

The Doctor grinned as he directed Martha to one end of the box. She found a pair of handles and gripped them. When she was ready, he said, “on three?” before counting off.

The box was heavy, nearly thirty kilos in Martha’s estimation, and they struggled together to maneuver it through the surge of the marketplace crowds. Most of the gathered multitude steered clear of them as they made their way back to the TARDIS. Whatever was inside the box seemed to shift back and forth, making carrying the box more difficult. Martha thought she could hear scratching noises coming from inside the box and started to wonder what sort of creature was inside, waiting to greet them.

Somehow the Doctor was able to unlock the TARDIS door, and they went inside, Martha closing the door with her foot. They set the box down on the control room floor, very near the heart of the TARDIS, and stood for a moment, looking at the box before the Doctor said, “Well?”

“Well?” Martha said.

“Let’s open it!” The Doctor’s eyes shone with excitement.

“But how? There don’t seem to be any latches or hinges. It could be a solid block of wood for all we know.”

The Doctor was running his hands over the smooth carvings of the box. “Ah yes,” he said, “but if you know the secret combination…” and he began pushing randomly at the different carvings on the box. Nothing happened. “Or you can use technology.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver and, aiming it at the box, activated it.

After the deafening cacophony of the marketplace, the sound of the screwdriver was piercing in the relative silence of the TARDIS control room. Suddenly, the box fell open.

And from it leapt the most beautiful golden retriever Martha had ever seen. She laughed and bent down to scratch the dog’s ears as he happily licked her face. He wagged his tail frantically as he greeted Martha before bounding off to explore the depths of the TARDIS. Martha was grinning broadly, surprised, as she straightened and met the Doctor’s bewildered gaze.

“A dog?” he said, incredulous.

“A dog!” Martha replied, delighted.

“I can’t have a dog!” The Doctor said.

“Why not?”

“Well, I’ve already got a cat around here somewhere,” he said, looking around.

Martha stared at him. “You have a cat?”

The Doctor shrugged. “Yeah. It keeps the mice down.”

The End.

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Doctor Who Scarf, revisited

A lot of people find my blog by web searching “doctor who scarf” or some variation thereof. For those who do not have access to the project information on Ravelry, I thought I’d do a post to briefly review it.

Vitals:

  • This is the pattern I used.
  • Size 10 needles
  • Yarn: Cascade 220 wool. To choose the colors, I took a print out of the pattern and a picture of the 4th Doctor and selected the colors that matched or were, at least, close. Sadly, the shop where I bought the yarn is now closed, but this OYS (online yarn shop) has “all colors in stock”.

I have to admit, this is not a project I would call “fun” or “stimulating” or “enjoyable”. It’s yards and yards garter stitch with random color changes and therefore, numerous ends to be woven in. I really had to force myself to get it finished. However, my husband was very appreciative and the look on his face when he donned the scarf for the first time was well worth the effort of sticking to the project.

My final thoughts on the project are here and you can read all my doctor who scarf posts here. Good luck, Doctor Who scarf seekers, and godspeed!

Speaking of Doctor Who, stop by tomorrow for a KI special in honor of Saturday’s series 4 premier!

The Scarf Goes to Work

Just a quick update–here is DH heading off to work, proudly strutting the Doctor Who scarf. Cute, huh?

I did it!

The Doctor Who scarf is finally finished. It is easily the largest thing I’ve ever knitted. It’s about 16 feet long and maybe 14 inches wide. There are 8 colors used in total and 48 color changes. All in garter stitch. This project challenged my fortitude, let me tell you.

Even the kids were glad I finished it.

So glad that it was impossible to get the image of it that I’d envisioned.

Maybe tomorrow. DH is going to wear it to work (I’ll get a photo of him on the way out the door), so I’ll have to try when he gets home. :-)

While I was finishing up the last three colors last night, I had a chance to reflect on my experience knitting this scarf. Here’s what I learned:

  1. Always have more than one knit project on the needles. It’s very easy for enthusiasm to flag when faced with a large undertaking like this.
  2. Spend a knitting session, or two, just focusing on weaving in the ends. It really would have sucked to have to weave them all in today. It was nice just having a few–it went quickly and I was really able to enjoy having finished this monster!
  3. I don’t knit as fast as I thought I did. I mean, I reckoned myself a pretty speedy knitter since I was able to knock of small projects so quickly–a baby hat in a day, a pair of socks in a weekend, 2 pairs of Fetching in another weekend. Boy was I wrong. I figured last night that I was averaging about two and a half minutes per row. With 60 stitches in a row, that’s 24 stitches a minute. I guess that’s not too bad. Here’s some more math. There are 890 rows in this scarf so it took me around 37 knitting hours to complete. Sheesh, then why on earth was it on the needles that long? I’ll tell you why. If I had to knit for 37 hours straight on that thing (or even 8 hours a day for a week), then I probably would have strangled someone with it. Thank goodness for other WIPs!

Oh, I’m so thrilled. Now I can turn to other projects which have been waiting in the wings. Like this:

and this:

and this:

and, of course, these:

There are more photos, but I have so much yarn in my stash and I didn’t want to upset you low-bandwidth folks. Most of my yarn was purchased while Doctor Who was on the needles. I guess I was really craving some knitting variety.

PS–> Don’t forget to hit the gallery for images of stuff I’ve finished. :-)