Not The Way It Works - fic

This was written for cya_ficathon, with the assignment of “Fred taking charge of a more-action-than-solving-the-puzzle type of case by herself”.

Title: Not The Way It Works
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3600
Beta: dreamincolor

Summary: Tonight, it’s up to Fred.

Disclaimer: All places mentioned in this story are fictional, and no reference to real locations is intended. Except for Los Angeles - apparently that’s real.
Warnings: Grenades, dubious business practices, a longing for ice-cream, graffiti, and far too many pastry-based nicknames. And fire. Lots of fire.

( a night to remember )

happy hooker

My adventures in crochet continue...

1) Finally gave in and joined Ravelry, like all the cool kids.

2) Have done two scarfs, and most of a cushion. Which sounds utterly awesome, until I realise that my entire crocheting accomplishments are basically making rectangles. Very neat and even rectangles, to be sure, but still - rectangles. In my latest rectangles I have started changing colours...

3) I keep seeing patterns that are utterly brilliant and absolutely what I want to do... when I'm fifty times as competent as I am right now.

4) Wool is way too expensive. Had to leave my LYS at a run today, to avoid buying lots of pretty wool that I absolutely don't need yet.

5) Four people have come up to me and said "Oh, wow, what are you knitting?" in the last two weeks. I'm getting rather sick of pointing out that I'm holding a crochet hook and not knitting needles.

6) All those people out there who reckon knitting is way cooler than crochet have no idea what they're talking about. Crochet is not just about the granny squares, yo.

7) Someday soon, I'm going to have to learn granny squares. And I will instantly feel uncool and frumpy, and sit there sheepishly hooking my granny squares and hoping no-one notices. But whatcha gonna do - there's no way I can get good at crochet while still stubbornly ignoring granny squares...

8) When I am awesomely skilled and can make cute animals, I'm going to crochet a sheep. With fluffy wool all fluffing out in every direction. Fluffily.