Here is the Jasmine Sweater in Regal Orchid, or more particularly the back, ready for ribbing. It has taken me three weeks. I was intending to finish this sweater in April, but that looks unlikely.

It has been a hectic three weeks, of course. Still, I don’t see how Knit the Classics knitters are really expected to complete a project every month, unless they resign themselves to just making hats.

The book for May is Pride and Prejudice. I just read that last month with my physical-world book club, so I was intending to make the second Jasmine sweater — see, it’s a repeat. But the spicy pink of Jasmine #2 is suitable for the demure yet spicy heroine of P&P, just as the bold purple is suited to the heroine of April’s Moll Flanders. However, at this rate I will only finish the first Jasmine.

Yesterday The Princess and I unpacked six skids of product — that is, 900 pounds of boxes. It took us an hour and a quarter, carrying boxes to and fro. At least we didn’t have to climb up into the truck.

Then we began unpacking the boxes. We haven’t finished yet, of course.

In the course of the desultory conversation — when you have to fit conversation in between calls of “Do you have the labels for the Multicultural Play Food?” and “Have you seen any more DPYs?,” it is bound to be desultory — the topic of Beauty Brackets arose.

“Beauty Brackets” is, I think, Chanthaboune’s term. It refers to the fact that people of roughly equal attractiveness are statistically more likely to have successful relationships than couples with a large gap in their respective degrees of attractiveness. While searching for a respectable source for this claim, I came upon this guide to flirting, which repeats the claim without substantiating it. There is a lot of interesting information on communication in this guide, by the way, as well as the UK customs in relation to flirting, and who knows when that might come in handy?

The Princess said that a girlfriend of hers had virtually met a fellow via an online dating service, but thought that he might be “too cute.” Her friend prefers to date guys in a lower Beauty Bracket than her own, because it makes her feel good. The Princess said she had always tended to go that route, too — “It didn’t work out that way,” she admitted, thinking of her handsome fiance, but she agreed that there was a self-esteem boost in having a partner a bit less cute than herself. I have met this attitude before, in a college roommate who said to me, in reference to a boy I was dating, “I always like to be sure that if the waiter is flirting, he’s flirting with me.”

I was always a sucker for a pretty face, myself.

But if it is more likely that choosing a partner from your own Beauty Bracket will lead to a lasting relationship, why would a woman choose a fellow from a lower beauty bracket than her own?

The guide to flirting referenced above suggests that men tend to overestimate their attractiveness and women to underestimate. It specifically suggests that women aim a bit higher than they find comfortable and men a bit lower.

There is an assumption here that Beauty Brackets are fairly clear demarcations.And it leaves out charm, which is often a large part of the attractiveness equation in real life.

But it is an interesting idea.

Now, since the term “Beauty Brackets” first arose in a discussion in which I used statistical analysis to prove to Chanthaboune that she would indeed be able to find a suitable husband eventually, I offer you this young man’s statitistical analysis proving that he will never find a girlfriend. I would argue that he is making a false assumption: namely, that he has to date all the possible girls before choosing one as his girlfriend.  However, his math is way better than mine.

Later in the day, a teacher came in needing to spend $10,000 before it evaporated (money does that in schools). She needed quite a bit of help, not only finding good ways to spend it, but getting reassurance about it. We see that a lot. The Princess and The Poster Queen continued with the unpacking, but there is still quite a bit left. In fact, the rest of my work week is entirely predictable: unpack boxes.

That Man brought the palettes to my house. If my husband (who has lovely eyes and great cheekbones, but doesn’t share my enthusiasm for making things — or, to be fair, feels that I create too much mess in doing so) does not stop me, I intend to make Adirondack chairs from them, as suggested by KaliMama. That can be my weekend project, along with the Origami Bag, Jasmine sweater, Murder Mystery contest, and church bake sale. I plan to move toward that 90% resting rate, but this weekend won’t be the one.