Well, better than a gloomy Sunday, I guess. And it’s just the rain lending a gloom to this particular Tuesday — a very stormy, humid start to spring here in Nashville. I’m feeling cheery anyway, since yesterday was my last day of teaching: goodbye intermeidate German! Hello, dissertation.
Honestly, I’m freaking out a little bit about the prospect of a rather unstructured summer — I still don’t know where I’ll be when, which means I can’t really make any plans — and the amount of work that needs to be done.
Instead of panicking, I’m concentrating on the wedding shawl.
Or, the Inspector Clouseau Trousseau, as I’ve dubbed it. It’s kinda pink after all. And according to one especially crushing internet application, one of my celebrity lookalikes is Peter Sellers. In addition to Elvis Costello, Steven Soderbergh, Larry King, and Yves Saint Laurent. Without the glasses, it’s Mikhail Baryshnikov. A superfecta I was sure never to guess.
So I’ve got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
But to get to the knitting.
So far, so good. The silky merino is knitting up like a silky dream and it looks like the variegated colors will add a bit of interest without overwhelming the lace pattern. As for the pattern, it promises maximum effect with minimum effort: straightforward and easy to follow, just repetitive enough to memorize easily and just varied enough to keep it interesting.
“Yes, well, life is not all shoot-shoot, bang-bang, you know.”
Time to get to work. Kurosawa!