in other news

Perhaps this is a violation of my own internet-privacy rules, but …

Why did I it take me getting not-dumped to hear about the Scissor Sisters?  Seriously, I have got to get out more.  And get not-dumped less.

You’re welcome.

I have a feeling my life would be very, very different if I could bust a move like the guy in the purple PVC.

pockets

All that’s missing is the pockets.  And yet … predictably, I just can’t seem to gather quite enough enthusiasm to look up the best way to sew on some pockets.  Then actually sew them on, getting all of the fiddly little details matched up and balanced out.

pockets!

I never know how honest and open to be on the internet, but these last few weeks have been an especially rough, harried, patch.  In fact, I’d like October back and I’d like it to be different.  It’s been hard.  And when life is hard, I want knitting to be where I find pleasure.  Not more complications.  So that’s what’s going on with the pockets.  I’ll get there.

thursday

So, last night I messed up garter stitch.  To set the scene:
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Pretty inspiring, right?  It was dark, I was tired, Alice was not holding up her end of the bargain (just her end, um middle, of the couch) and before I knew it, I’d strayed from the pattern in a minor, but highly annoying fashion.  In fact, I’m not even sure I did stray … just that somewhere along the line I’d done something and now it didn’t match.  Either make the same mistake, or fix the new one, I guess.  Anyway, tinking back fuzzy, loosely-plied handspun singles is even worse than tinking lace.  But I will perservere.

That’s about it.  I am very much looking forward to the weekend.

pockets | blocking | bathing

The title really says it all.  Last night I sat down and finished up Idlewood: there was really no excuse not to … since I only had to finish off the sleeves and weave in the ends.

This morning I got busy on the pockets.  Though I briefly considered being totally lame and not knitting the pockets, I soon came to my senses and realized that they really made the sweater for me.  Besides, it’s not like they were going to require all that much effort.  So while the body was soaking, I cast on …

pockets!

Now I’m just waiting (impatiently) for it to dry.  Alice, of course, thought all of that sheepy goodness was meant for her.  There was rolling and rubbing and some purring, before she settled in for a good bath.  On top of wet wool.  Silly girl.

blocking

It looks like the weather might be thinking about maybe cooling down a little here sometime this week (please?), so I might even get a chance to wear this before Christmas.  All to the good.

I’ve been feeling a bit on the mopey side these last few days — seems like my Gloria Gaynor impersonation finally ran out of steam — and, as a result, I’m trying to be extra nice to myself … to keep the gloom at bay.  I think a fancy new sweater would be just the ticket.

silly.

Have you ever had one of those days?

Yeah.  Me too.  The bad news: I spent the day smelling like icy hot (surprisingly mintyfresh), rubbing on a fresh coat every so often in the women’s bathroom.  The worse news: I have become my grandmother.  Hip pain.  Physical therapy.  Satin sleeping cap.

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Even Alice doesn’t want to be seen with me.

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At least my hair will look nice.  High five!

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In other news, I’ve been making a bit of progess: what you can’t see here is that there’s one round of garter-stitch edging completed.

Shut up.  That baby blue satin is so my color.

this morning

This morning I finally slept in.  That’s all I wanted to do over the tiny two-day break that took me to Ohio, and I made the dream come true this morning.  I love nothing more than a lazy slow morning, the kind that the semester just doesn’t allow.

But today, it was the perfect way to start my no-seminar Tuesday: a lazy morning in my comfy new bed (a real mattress!  so grown up!!  especially as it’s all for my old-lady-achey hip …), a little quality time with some coffee and my favorite wool, a late start to campus.

Though I’m slightly disappointed that sleeping in for me now means 8:30.  Sigh.

2 lights

2 lights

Of course, this wool is worth waking up for.  Why do I love it so much?  I could just knit, frog, re-knit this wool forever … I don’t really care if it never becomes anything other than the yarn I love to knit in a million different ways.  Is it because of the colors?  Or because I bought when I first started knitting, during a very happy summer in Vermont?

I am kinda falling in love with the shawl, despite the weird foldy nature of the garter-stitch edging.  I might have to buy more wool.  Because I might want a vest.

2 lights

2 lights

2 lights

In other news, I haven’t forgotten about the Idlewood.  I’ve got to finish lengthening the body, finish the sleeves, and add the pockets.  It should really only take me a day or two, so why am I dragging my feet?

idlewood, revised

yeah, i ate it all.

Cincinnati was great!  More than anything, I just wanted to get out of town.  That the destination was someplace I’d always wanted to visit made it that much better.

The conference was good, but the Skyline Chili was better.

Skyline Chili

Skyline Chili

I don’t know what it is about me and Ohio, but I’m definitely going back.

The Most Beautiful Wool in the World

Could U be

The Most Beautiful Wool in the World

It’s plain 2 see

U’re the reason that God made a sheep

i <3 kunterbunt

When the day turns into the last day of all time

I can say, I hope U are in these arms of mine

And when the night falls before that day I will cry

I will cry tears of joy cause after U all one can do is die

Oh yes U are

How can I get through days when I can’t get through hours

I can try but when I do I see U and I’m devoured

Oh Yes

Who’d allow, who’d allow a face 2 be soft as a flower

I could bow and feel proud in the light of this power

Oh Yes

i <3 kunterbunt

And if the stars ever fell one by one from the sky

I know Mars could not be 2 far behind

Cuz baby, this kind of beauty has got no reason 2 ever be shy

Cuz honey, this kind of beauty the kind that comes from inside

i <3 kunterbunt

Could U be

The Most Beautiful Wool in the World

So beautiful, beautiful

It’s plain 2 see (Plain 2 see)

U’re the reason that God made a sheep

Could U be

The Most Beautiful Wool in the World

(U U’re my girl)

i <3 kunterbunt

So things are better here, and not just because of the new wool.  I’m off to Cincinnati tomorrow and I’ll have a lot to celebrate along the way: first conference (so nervous!), first trip to Ohio (so excited!), first Skyline Chili (I’m getting a 5-way!).

getting back up | garter stitch

Yesterday, I got down to the business of casting on (again) my Two Lights shawl.  This yarn has seen so many different projects, so many different incarnations as cardigan-shawl-cardigan-yoke-shawl that I’m not sure it isn’t part shape shifter.  It’s held up like a dream, but honestly I’m not much worried if it shows a bit of wear and tear.  After all, we’ve been through a lot, this yarn and I.  And I think it’s only fitting that it’s this particular wool that’s going to accompany me through the first unhappy mending of my sore self.

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Last night was okay.  It didn’t end with Phil Collins, so that seems like a success.  Again, thanks for all of the support; I promise to stop navel gazing — at least on the internet — soon.

My true concern, at the moment though, is gauge.  I measured this morning — as figured over slightly stretched garter stitch (?) — and it seems like I’m pretty close, close enough for a shawl anyway.  Then, or rather just now, I remembered that because of the way the shawl is constructed — from one end to the other — I need to measure row gauge.  Those stitches are laying sideways.  Ooops.  It might be time to start over once again.  Because I am way, way, way off.

again ...

At least I’m keeping busy.

back to the drawing board

… in knitting, as in life.

I took a critical look at how my Two Lights shawl was shaping up last night and decided that the stockinette, though nicely showing off the crazy yarn, was perhaps not the best choice for a shawl with a raw top edge.

2 lights

Yep, we got a whole lotta roll going on.  So this morning I took the plunge and ripped.

2 lights

After an evening spent with a friend — she took good care of me, sent me home with leftovers, and kept on saying all the right things –, a movie, and some false confidence, I ended up sobbing along to Phil Collins in the middle of the night.  A bright morning with a new start was in order.

Especially as tonight is our first “we’re just friends/ he doesn’t want a relationship” try out.  What I want?  To get this first hurdle behind me and figure out where I’m going.  Because Phil Collins is not a long-term solution.

[Seriously, WSM, George Jones?  I'm working with a precarious equalibrium as it is.]

2 lights

2 lights

Thanks for all of your kind comments.  I’m taking it easy this weekend, going slow and enjoying lots of quiet.

Now it’s time to cast on again, get some essays corrected, and finish up that conference paper.