Who wears short shorts?

Warning! Potentially blinding shots of pale white legs ahead!

Ok, so here's the first leg in all it's glory. More of a hem, really. (aHEM! Oh, I just made myself laugh out loud. I heart puns.) You can kinda make out the drop stitch 'rip' in the picture above. This one is a smallish one, but the other rips were...er...difficult to photograph by one's self, shall we say. All in all, I'm pretty pleased! They're snug, suitably faux-denim, and...well..short.

Did I say short? I'm pretty sure there should be another name for this. They're purty darn short. See Evidence A:

Yeehaw, y'all! The ironic thing is that I STOPPED knitting because I was afraid it was getting too long! It was hard to try them on while the actual knitting was happening--needles and cords and balls of yarn and whatnot goofing up my measurements. So I had to guesstimate based on other pairs of shorts.

I have to admit that when wiggled into them and looked in the mirror to check out that first leg, my hands started twitching for a bathrobe. Or a towel. Or pair of full-length jeans. SOMETHING! They're painfully immodest for a lil' Midwestern gal like myself. I'm really having to force myself not to undo the bind-off and add on a few more rows.

Right? I should leave it, right? I mean they are Daisy Dukes. Right? Oh dear...cluck cluck cluck.

Harry Potter: Knit the Movie

I went to see the new Harry Potter move, "Order of the Phoenix," this Friday, and I have to admit that I don't remember much of it because I was so distracted by all the fabulous knit goods. I mean, who can follow the intricate machinations of Dumbledore's Grand Master Plan when there's patterns to be analyzed and yarn to be coveted?

Umbridge's wardrobe mistress must be Knitting Kinfolk. Scene after scene had me gasping with delight. Umbridge purty much stole the show, knit-wise, but don't miss Trelawny's stellar handbag:
There really are no words for this one. Except "yum":She had a whole train wreck of amazing sweaters, as well, but I didn't want to overwhelm you.

Stripes also made a grand showing:
It's hard to make out the detailed lacing on Luna's scrumptious lavender capelet, but it's well worth a closeup:And here's our crew, bedraggled yet triumphant, in all their knit glory:
Ron's sweater is particularly priceless. I don't know if Luna's pants are knit, but they should be. Or rather, they could be.

Anyhow, knitting distractions aside, the movie was really excellent. Similar Starbucks coffee, I've found that bringing up Harry Potter in conversation opens to the door to intense debate. People have some darn strong opinions about the inherent value of Harry Potter and its affect on the youth of today (and the rest of us)! I happen to fall on the "thumbs up" side of the "Harry Potter: Yeah or nay?" fence. I always feel a need to justify why I like it to people, but really it just comes down to this: Folks, it's really not that big of a deal. I don't see the need to get all uppity about it--either for or against, really. (And if you feel that burning urge to take on a big franchise or two that's arguably ruining the youth of today, I suggest turning your attention Walt Disney or McDonald's.)

I'm very much looking forward to the last book coming out next week--both for the sheer delight and also so that I can finally put an end to the sense of incompleteness that's been like a hangnail in my psyche since I read the first book six years ago. Plus my gals and I are taking a trip to Cape Cod at the end of the month, and I think it will be perfect to read while lounging on the beach and showing off my Daisy Dukes.