I woke up twice today, and the second time I woke up sick as a dog. The first time was at 6 to drive people to yarn.con, which turned out not to be needed, which resulted in me losing my free and awesome parking space, and having to find one that's only good for the weekend, and then grump home and try to fall back asleep. Which I did eventually, and then when I woke up again I felt like shit.
I hate Chicago when it's cold. When it's warm, there are redeeming things about it. When it turns cold? Football happens, traffic gets worse, people suck more. I hate it. Thank god this is my last Chicago winter, and I'm spending a big chunk of it at home for Christmas.
Anyway, I feel like death, but I ate something that stayed down, and a Netflix movie (Summer Storm) got here. As did my PEACE FLEECE PATTERNS!! HOORAY! They mailed the first set like two weeks ago. . .to Hawaii. After I emailed them back and told them I was in Chicago (and the reciept I got in my email says as much, right under SHIP TO:) they sent another set here, and I just got them. I can start my new Chad's Pullover, and finish my mother's damned cardigan.
Right now I"m going to make more tea and watch me some Firefly though. I hate feeling sick.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
And Ravelry breaks my brain.
**This whole entry is a result of PMS, hunger for something that's not canned, and anger at the mess of my condo. Read accordingly.**
I have too much yarn.
Now I know this is a sentiment that Nancy will smack me for. If anyone approaches too much yarn, even loosely, it's Nancy. And I am an enabler, who always insists that you can NEVER have too much yarn. But Nancy isn't moving, practically living in her car all the time, or possibly relocating for two years to Estonia. I don't even have all yarn that's meant for projects. I found today a large stash of Lamb's Pride worsted, in random colors, and I really don't know know what to do with it. Or the bulky. Or the gazillion balls of leftovers that I can't bring myself to just toss.
Of course, if I started some projects, I could take some yarn out of the stash. But as previously mentioned, I live in the truck all the time. I can't knit and drive at the same time. So that's frequently 16 hours at a time of knitting wasted in the car. And when I'm home, I feel like I should be tackling the disaster that my condo is. I am THISCLOSE to throwing half the things I own into bags and hauling them to the Goodwill.
Nancy, none of this means I don't want that cashmere. I'm just ruminating here.
Arrr. Anyway, I'm going to Swatch the 3xC sweater this afternoon if I get the front hall SPOTLESS, and that will make me feel better. Along with some Midol and an order of curry from Amarit. Mmmm, curry.
Also, I've been listening to too much Tom Waits lately, which makes me a little too dramatic. But seriously, the piano was drinking, not me.
I have too much yarn.
Now I know this is a sentiment that Nancy will smack me for. If anyone approaches too much yarn, even loosely, it's Nancy. And I am an enabler, who always insists that you can NEVER have too much yarn. But Nancy isn't moving, practically living in her car all the time, or possibly relocating for two years to Estonia. I don't even have all yarn that's meant for projects. I found today a large stash of Lamb's Pride worsted, in random colors, and I really don't know know what to do with it. Or the bulky. Or the gazillion balls of leftovers that I can't bring myself to just toss.
Of course, if I started some projects, I could take some yarn out of the stash. But as previously mentioned, I live in the truck all the time. I can't knit and drive at the same time. So that's frequently 16 hours at a time of knitting wasted in the car. And when I'm home, I feel like I should be tackling the disaster that my condo is. I am THISCLOSE to throwing half the things I own into bags and hauling them to the Goodwill.
Nancy, none of this means I don't want that cashmere. I'm just ruminating here.
Arrr. Anyway, I'm going to Swatch the 3xC sweater this afternoon if I get the front hall SPOTLESS, and that will make me feel better. Along with some Midol and an order of curry from Amarit. Mmmm, curry.
Also, I've been listening to too much Tom Waits lately, which makes me a little too dramatic. But seriously, the piano was drinking, not me.
Monday, October 1, 2007
O helo world
OH GOD this is a reason to actually start writing in this thing.
I finally got me a ravelry.com invite.
My camera cable is AWOL, but as soon as it's here, I'll be posting photos of projects, and yarn, and all that other good stuff.
Of course, organizing for Ravelry makes me realize that I have a LOT of UFOs kicking around. Hell, there's a Rowan tanktop here I've been working on since 2003. I should get cracking.
Also, that hemp sweater I was killing myself over? I don't want to talk about it. Burning is looking more appropriate than frogging at this point.
I finally got me a ravelry.com invite.
My camera cable is AWOL, but as soon as it's here, I'll be posting photos of projects, and yarn, and all that other good stuff.
Of course, organizing for Ravelry makes me realize that I have a LOT of UFOs kicking around. Hell, there's a Rowan tanktop here I've been working on since 2003. I should get cracking.
Also, that hemp sweater I was killing myself over? I don't want to talk about it. Burning is looking more appropriate than frogging at this point.
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