A.W.O.L. indeed. I took the week off — most certainly without leave — and it was glorious. I passed the oral exam on Monday morning, then quickly proceeded to realize just how much of a relief it was to be finished. Again.
That “again” was causing a lot of anxiety, but now … I get to write “with distinction” on my C.V. and, well, that feels really good. Really, really good.
Wool-buying good, in fact.
I picked up this lovely EcoWool in the hopes of some kind of wooly, neutral cardigan. This was my inspiration, but in the end I went with another try at OWLS, this time in my size. The Mawrtyr in me is very partial to the idea of sporting a parliament of wooly owls.
This might all end in disaster, of course, since my gauge is all kinds of off. And I’m attempting to fashion this as a cardigan … because Nashville and pullovers just don’t seem to work. Despite the current cold weather and snow, this is a “humid subtropical climate” — with BBQ and fried chicken — so, you know, layers of wool aren’t all that necessary most of the time.
It’s a modest start, but today’s schedule of reading just might be the perfect opportunity to make a dent in the waist shaping. If it turns out even half as flattering and easy-to-wear as twenty eleven, I’ll be a very happy camper.
More to remind myself that anything, here’s selbu two … languishing. I really need to finish this.
The other evening, I made Alice a wooly yarn ball, just to see … and, yep, she’s a cat. It’s pretty darn adorable watching her bat this around the house.
