Lately, I feel like school is seriously interfering with my crafting life. Blah, blah, dissertation, blah, surprise! exams in January, blah, blah, where’s your proposal? See what I mean? It’s all highly disappointing (well, from a crafting perspective; from an academic perspective it’s really quite exciting and motivating and invigorating in that ohmygod-I’m-never-going-to-make-it kind of hyperventilation way). Even if I do managed to work in a chapter about knitting, well … it’s still only writing about knitting and not actually, um, knitting.
And call me crazy — after all, it’s mid-November and all the fall Nashville can seem to muster is naked trees and 73 degrees — but all I want to do it knit. Just knit knit knit …
Terra is just zipping along for that reason. Can I tell you how much I love this pattern? Lots. It just makes sense … the perfect kind of almost automatic knitting that I crave at the end of a long day — nice, meditative rows where everything comes together into something beautiful — that still offers just enough interest (look, there’s a purl row!) and attainable milestones (another repeat down!) to keep tedium at bay. That Mr. Flood. He sure knows how to write the heck out of a pattern.
The purple also helps.
In other news: how did I miss this? This being a new online magazine: Knitting Iceland. Yes, yes I do want to knit Iceland. Very much.
I also want to knit modernly from the top down: why did I think I wouldn’t like this book? There is so much prettiness to be had. Silly Katie.
Finally, I might have just bought two new patterns: cedar leaf shawlette (this one has a shot of actually being completed within my lifetime) and the albers shawl (which will be nice and cozy when hell freezes over and I get it finished).
Right now, I have so many to-knit patterns on my wishlist (cardigans! shawls! all of them!!) … I shudder to open my closet of crafty dooooooooom and find all of my works in progress staring back at me with woolly accusing eyes: pocket-less Idlewood, Violet Beauregarde, dreamy mohair wrap (how I want to wear you! how I dread knitting you!), ugly office socks, a bespoke Selbu Modern …
I slept in this morning (really slept in, roll over and OMG it’s 10:30 sleeping in) and it was everything I’d dreamed it could be. But now I should really get to the coffeeshop and get that presentation under way. (How YOU doin’, Derrida?) Nashville has lots of semi-fancy, semi-hipsterish, semi-bougie coffeeshops … and yet, despite my profound wish to be 1000% cooler than I am, I seem to be the most productive at the crappy Starbucks right across from campus. Why? Perhaps the stakes are lower at a place so obviously uncool and corporately corrupted.