Saturday, January 31, 2009

Pennies down a bottomless well

This has been one of those weeks. I'm today in one of those days. I'm trying to find my bootstraps in order to pick myself up by them. We'll see how that works out.

In happy knitting news, I am FINALLY a repeat and a half from the socks that will not end. I am sure I will love them, but please for the love of teh gawds: next time I say I want to do a project involving 9 rows of a cable pattern out of 15 rows of repeat on 1s, move me away from the pattern book. On a similar note, if you ever notice that I'm adding another repeat of said futsy pattern "because I have enough yarn to do it", stop me. I don't much care how, as long as it doesn't involve scissors or broken dpns.

Next on the needles... I don't know. I think the silk/bamboo/cashmere Art Fibers yarn will finally turn into a sweater, but I also think that sweater will have to be one I (for lack of a better word) design. I'm going to have to figure out this mad thing that is gauge in a more intimate way than I've dared till now. Which yes, I am afraid of.

That is possibly a lie, however, because Lion Brand has finally irrevocably caught my attention with these. I think the time may be coming that I need to learn crotchet cause I want that frog.

And then there is the project for someone that's been nearly done since November. Maybe I should go for the ones in the barrel before trying to be a deep-sea fisherman before building my boat. I think finishing a few things would be good for me.

But before any of that, I think walkies are the order of the afternoon. It's glorious today and t'would be too many shades of the DOAD (Dear Old Athens Days) to spend it inside. Only with this I would be looking at LOLcats instead of Jeremy playing Zelda... 

One of the things I realized in August, the last time this overall blechiness hit me, is that if I go back to comfort things, I can begin to regain my balance. May be time for some focused regression. And, of course, knitting. Or cross stitch. Or sewing. Something tactile.

Yes, I put that on my list, right after work and work. Right. Or I'll just continue to drop my pennies down this well and count till I hear it hit bottom.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Another day, another...

...attempt at communicating. Which is always something of an experiment for me.

Today is Friday (as the time stamp says, yes, I know, but there is a point to this so shaddup and wait for it) and it is about 9:30 and I am sitting at home, waiting for the right moment to start my day. Because I'm not at work. Insert glee here.

I will be. Window Age rehearsals are in full swing, to open in just a few weeks, so until late March my Friday nights are occupied. I love theatre. Love. Really.

But today, during the day, I'm free of computers (gotta work on that). Starting my day will include Fatapples with Clive (probably. Plans have been known to change) and MOMA with the same. Probably won't knit while at the museum, as I have no walking-friendly knitting atm.

I do have, on needles, the most fussy socks evar. EVAR. But they're blues and browns and will be lovely and warm and for me, but still I can't believe I'm taking this long for something that shall ever only be on my feet.

Okay, post the first done. Hopefully I'll keep up with this and eventually find some good things to type about. Hope springs eternal, quoth our country.