I should have known. All that casting on....all that 'bunny froo-frooing' over the weekend. Around here, that is usually a sign of a restless knitter.
OK. I can give the needles a rest for an hour day or so. I do other crafty things occasionally. Sometimes I even really like doing them. Sewing is not my favorite thing, but once the mess is made (the machine is out, the thread has been unburied from the stacks of sewing 'stuff', I've found plugged in the iron--I'm usually OK with it. I'm not good at it. But, I'm pretty happy.) Rug hooking? I like it. It's hard on my hands. And how many hooked rugs does this little house need? I do LoVe (!!!!!) a little hooked pillow a friend gifted me at Valentine's Day---little pillows might be something to drag out....again. But---finding all the stuff. Making the mess. BLECH.
There is Russian embroidery. This is really fun to do, but I've never figured out what to do with the finished things. A couple little pictures, a little mat...then what?
After a weekend of franticly casting on every ball of yarn in site (a friend affectionately calls this bunny froo-frooing...as in hopping directionlessly all over the place.), I settled down with the zig-zag scarf and Anna Quindlen's new book, Still Life with Bread Crumbs. I'm feeling more focused.
I'm not terribly far into the book, but so far so good. The story is of a photographer who is reinventing her city life in the country...a move she has made more out of necessity than choice. (I'm hoping the country life snares her affection. Now if she was only a knitter, too----it would be the perfect book. (The book I read last week (Light on Snow) had TWO knitters in it before it ended. I think I got spoiled.)
I had 2 rows to go to finish this. (I'll probably change out that ribbon before it gets gifted, but you get the idea.) Phew. Lucky me. I got the LAST ball of yarn in that soft, pretty yellow. Luckier me. The grey hempathy that I almost bought on my last visit was on sale.
I knew exactly what I wanted to make with it. I made the zig zag scarf in pink a few years ago and it's my go-to spring scarf. In grey?! Yow-zie!!
So while I was digging out the zig zag pattern, I came across the pattern for the Whisper Wrap. I've wanted to do that FOREVER! HMMMMMM. Wonder if I have enough of anything to do it.
Well, it IS my lucky day. Also lucky----I got the 481 stitches cast on the first time. I have a tendancy to daydream while counting stitches and lose count. (I counted them three times to make sure, since I found myself in la-la-land again a couple times. Where is the 3 year old who loves to count when you need her?)
But, while I was digging in the stash to unearth the lace yarn, another mystery ball of yarn sort of leaped out of the bin. It screamed 'make me into a Hitchhiker', so I felt I had to oblige.
I needed a 'purse project' anyway.
I was hoping that I had put this yarn in Ravelry so I could ID it...it's lovely. I think it's a silk blend of something. I couldn't find it, b-u-t......
What is Desert Vista Dyeworks....tiki bar??? I don't remember this yarn at all. Dive in the stash again, and.....
That yellow blob of garter stitch is two (TWO!) rows from being a baby sweater. grrrrrrrrr Fortunately, I just bought the yarn. I had a return trip to the shop already planned (oh, twist my arm) and now the sweater will have booties to go with it. I guess in the end, that storm cloud had a silver lining.
So, in honor of running out of yarn with THAT knit, I picked up the second Jaywalker sock that I'm sure will run short of yarn, too.
The book I'm reading is Light on Snow by Anita Shreve, an author I like a lot. This has started out quite good....story of a single Dad (he lost his wife and infant daughter to a car wreck) and his daughter, who, while walking in the winter woods discovered an abandoned baby. I got this book at the last Friends of the Library book sale. I own it. It won't be overdue and have to be returned before I finish it.
YES! Something I can deal with from start to finish.
It's become somewhat of a joke around the house....
I'm throwing the mail away. Do you want to look at it before it hits the recycle bin?
I've worked hard (really HARD) to reduce the junk mail that comes to this house. For a good solid month, I faithfully contacted every catalog and every travel advertisement (for some reason we seem to attract those....guess someone 'sold' our address)---and for maybe 3 months we saw a slight decrease. (I really have to get on this again!!!) After that? Back to 'normal'. Junk mail and bills. The fine art of letter writing is dead. Besides my Taproot and British ed. Country Living there is really no reason to open that mailbox.
So you could have bowled me over earlier in the week when I opened the box to find two (TWO!!!) surprise packages (and no bills!). Out of the blue surprises. Knitting surprises from friends!!!
I love them. (and the gifts are amazingly swell, too!)
The bag making friend has just opened up a special order button on her blog for these bags in assorted sizes. You can find her here. Lined, reasonably priced. The best.
Two years ago, Freddy was unbeatable. I think he could have made some serious $$$ if he had actually submitted his NCAA basketball picks someplace. He definitely whooped up on everyone in our extended family....by a lot. His secret? He always picked the team with a dog for a mascot. (He got a head start that year on everyone because he picked the SIU Salukis for several rounds and they won.) If there is no dog in the fight, he goes with a cat. No cat? Then any other animal....small animal over large one. (See, very very technical!!!) No animals? Then he chooses the team that is blue (He has a blue collar, he's a boy!). No animal/no blue team then I guess he will have to wing it, but I don't think that happened. Last year I failed to help him with his picks, and he was crushed. But he has his system in place and this year he's ready.
This year, of course, Dick (the goldfish) wants in on the game, being the sports afficianado that he is. He likes Fred's concept, but of course he felt the need to support his aquatic mascot friends. He was sorely disappointed that the Jacksonville Union Dolphins, the Evergreen State Geoducks, and the Nova Southeastern University Sharks didn't make the playoffs. But, after pointing out the fact that, yes, he could support the Florida Gators, did he really want to swing all his support to a mascot that wouldn't hestitate to EAT him?
With that in mind, he totally dumped his plan to vote by animal mascot and decided he would do the exact opposite. His was going to be a vegan choice all the way. While his first choice was Artie the Fighting Artichoke (Scottsdale Community College) followed closely by the Fighting Okra (Delta State University), when he really really thought this through, he settled on what should have been his #1 choice all along....
.....Otto, the Orange.
Oh, my gosh. He might actually win. That's Syracuse.