I think it's clear by now that I am not a process knitter.
I think it's clear by now that I am not a process knitter.
I haven't been posting much lately. I haven't been doing much of anything lately, I guess. I had quite a few work events in the evenings last week, that saps out my energy quite nicely, and we had a full agenda this weekend as well. Combine that with the events over the past few months and I can't seem to catch up.
A list of random things. (in no particular order)
Do you remember doing those essays in high school - ooh boy am I glad I don't have to do that anymore.
Just for the heck of it...similarities:
Both Brooks Farm Yarn. Both the same sweater pattern. Both sized to fit me. Both an inbetween size that is not in the pattern. Annnnnd that's about it.
One is visually appealing while one is not.
That's the only major difference. ('cept for the color of course, but that's so obvious I don't really have to actually SAY it, do I?)
I'm VERY glad I frogged the above version and started over, thank you all for your encouragement with that. I decided I didn't want to chance the striping still not working out, I wouldn't have the heart to start it a third time, so I swapped out the yarn. I am a few inches from separating the front & back.
Stress shopping. Have I ever mentioned I'm a stress shopper?
I give you exhibit A. Casbah sock yarn in Twilight from the Loopy Ewe.
When I'm stressed at work I take 10 or 15 minutes and look at pictures of pretty yarn, which would be fine if ALL I did was look at the pretty yarn, but...yeah.
I give you exhibit B. Also from the loopy ewe, Indie Dyer sock in Peacock. Pretty, isn't it?
The above was stress from the first two weeks of classes.
Then last week I went to Loop after work and did a bit more stress shopping, in response to my grandmother's passing.
Below witness incredibly gorgeous Colorful Yarn sock in Wine. Dyed Locally.
This really is not a true representation of the color, it's a dark, deep red, very very pretty.
The day I returned to work after my grandmother's funeral resulted in this:
from Webs (on sale ridiculously cheap!), to make Vienne, which strangely enough is probably the only pattern that I would have made from French Girl Knits, none of the other patterns in the book appeal to me.
and this cascade heather, it's a plum with reddish highlights, it's so hard to get reds right with a camera:
to make a v-neck sweater just like this one b/c I wear it all the time and think I should have an alternate color choice.
The Red Riding Hood tshirt was from the same stress shopping venture. The one trick about financial stress is that it is imperative NOT to shop. So that will be difficult for me, but I can do it. Along those lines, I am destashing. I know. It's preposterous. But really! I put a bunch of stuff for sale on my ravelry trade/sell page. I am not destashing in a 'get rid of everything to buy groceries' kind of way, I'm destashing in a 'I want to go to MDSW with my friends and still be able to have fun' kind of way. So I am selling some stuff and whatever money I make selling yarn I will get to spend at MDSW. No harm, no foul.
The only stash acquisitions you *should* see from me for the duration are a. gifts, b. upon return from MDSW, c. if I trade with someone on Ravelry, and d. from the 'embrace the lace' club that I joined, I already paid on it so I'm in it, like it or not, (and honestly I'm secretly pleased that I'm already committed, I love getting surprise yarn in the mail) that will start in march.
This is the point in time when I am quite glad I have a substantial stash. I have quite enough yarn right here in my house to keep me knitting for a long, long time.
So, you know that whole financial crisis we kept hearing about? And all those layoffs on the news? Well. They're not just on the news anymore.
My dear hubby will be getting a chunk of unscheduled downtime. Not that it's undeserved mind you, after flying back and forth between NC and Philly for 5 months last year and then hopping right into a new job, he certainly deserves a bit of downtime, it's just...unscheduled.
No worries, we'll be fine, my husband is nothing if not a Planner (and I love him dearly for that). It just means dinners at home, knitting from the stash, hopping on the staycation bandwagon and adjusting to a new-to-us household arrangement until he finds something.
So there it is.
Updates on the knitting front: none.
I have decided you are all right (of course, if I hadn't known it already I wouldn't have been asking the question, but sometimes you just need some reinforcement to egg you on) and I am going to frog the climbing vines sweater and use a different yarn for it, but I haven't had the energy to work on it this week. Maybe I'll have something to show after the weekend.
I have a few stash acquisitions to share, purchased before said financial crisis impacted our lives, but I'll do that in a separate post as I am feeling too lethargic to be excited about them and they really are fun, so I'll wait.
I jumped on the bread bandwagon (I'm just a bandwagoneer today, eh?) and bought that 'Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day' book that everyone is raving about and I whipped up my first batch tonight. Baking will commence tomorrow, so I'll let you know, but I'm excited. My logic there was that the bread at my local shop is pricey for flour and water mixed together, so if I can make good bread on my own, then it's worth the investment.
I love the meters, aren't they funny?
It's hard to find tshirts with appropriate images or sayings that a grown woman can wear. (apologies to anyone who doesn't think this IS appropriate for a grown woman to wear, to each her own and all that) I have had good luck finding some nice ones at Threadless. The prices are reasonable and every once in a while I see something I really like. Obviously this will be my last impulse purchase for some time, so I hope the entertainment value lasts!
Now I am going to read about bread and why it will be fabulous!
Well, things are returning to normal around here, the house is still not cleaning itself, the dogs still refuse to vacuum, and all the wishing in the world doesn't make dust disappear.