I don't understand how I manage to have four projects going at one time. I live IN A TRUCK. And I'm still knitting a hat (for the boyfriend who barely speaks to me anymore), a pair of socks (I have forgotten how to make a heel, so this is eternally stuck at half a sock), squares for a Lizard Ridge (which may never be done, I hate sewing), and mittens. The hat is the only thing that might be done, if only so I can fling it in his face when I see him again.
I am absolutely not above passive-aggressive knitting.
In other news, I'm moving to Texas for graduate school. Do you know what this means? DO YOU?
I get my STASH back. Those two giant bins of yarn that I have in storage in Chicago. From my heady undergraduate years. TWO BINS. Off the top of my head, I have yarn in there for a Snow White, knit booties, another Chad's Pullover, like six hats, at least 10 pairs of socks, and a whole pile of fiber that might be nice now that I know how to spin.
I am trying to hold myself to a vow of yarn celibacy. Only knitting from stash for my first year of grad school. I mean, I HAVE enough yarn to make this happen. And if I only buy needles and notions and crap, I should be fine. Especially because I have a billion pattern books, and Ravelry is full of free patterns. I WILL PARE IT DOWN TO ONE BIN. ONE.
Also, I have a cast iron enameled sink in my laundry room. So I can dye things. Like that gorgeous cashmere I have in that ungodly red.
That's pretty much all that's new tho. Hi.
