The Details are Raveled.

At last, the sad fate of the Feather & Fan cardigan will taunt me no more. I frogged it, tried the Harumi Cardigan and then frogged that too. I think I’ve outdone myself this time, though. Which shot do you prefer? The classic “Sweater in Repose”?

or the more artsy, more edgy macro shot?

I couldn’t be more thrilled with my decision to frog the Feather & Fan (and subsequently the Harumi) cardigan.

I think what I’ve got now is just fabu! The lesson, dear Reader, should you decide to take one away, is to forge on fearlessly and don’t get discouraged if you aren’t happy with the project you’re working on (or have finished completely). Perseverance will prevail. I swear.

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Feeling a little off…

Perhaps because of the recent drama we’ve been through here, I’ve been feeling a little down. In addition,

  • I paid $58 for a haircut that made me wish I’d done it myself with a flowbee.
  • Stoopid asthma. I’m going to friend asthma on Facebook just so I can fucking unfriend it. And block it too.
  • I am more angry that I (perhaps) ought to be about the outcome of the Torchwood “Children of Earth” series.
  • The disagree wank* on Ravelry has really gotten to me.
  • This made me cry.

I’m depressed people. Last weekend, we stopped at Hammonasset Beach state park on the way home from the Guilford Art Festival. It made me happy to be near the ocean and was the first time in many weeks that I felt balanced and at peace.** I think a return trip is in order. Besides, the kids had a good time too.

Dig it, yo!

*when somebody on Ravelry whines about their disagree button being clicked. “Whaaa! Why did you disagree with me? You must be a troll!!!”
**well, except that I came home with a sunburn… luckily that healed pretty quickly though. Thank you aloe vera spray-with-lidocaine!

off topic


The recent Torchwood miniseries has made me realize that it’s time to take Captain Jack and Doctor Donna down from my header. Also, if I ever meet Russell T. Davies, I might have to punch him in the balls.


How about a reading update?

Back at the beginning of the year, I resolved to read more. You see, I have been telling myself for many years that I am a writer at heart and, in fact, the primary purpose of this blog was to flex my writing muscles while showing off my knitting. Yet, in all honesty, I hadn’t been reading very much. And since they tell us that reading is to aspiring writers as a mountain stream is to thirsty hikers, I set my goal this year to read a book a month. Surprisingly, it appears I am ahead of the game. So far I’ve read:

Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell (well written, accessible, thought provoking)

Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen (absolutely amazing and thoroughly satisfying)

Stardust by Neil Gaiman (wow.)

American Gods by Neil Gaiman (double wow.)

Bodies by Susie Orbach (clinically dense, but paradigm shifting)

Overcoming Overeating (clinical but what I needed to read at the time)

Lessons from the Fat-o-sphere by Kate Harding and Marianne Kirby (fun and enlightening)

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman (holy shit this guy is just… wow.)

And currently, I’m reading:

Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card (loving it!)


The Name of this Book is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch (I’m reading this to Isaac and we are both enjoying every minute of it. Go now. Go get this book. But DON’T read it, it’s dangerous!!!)

Still ahead of me is the release of the next book of the Wheel of Time series (to be finished by Brandon Sanderson and to be three books instead of one–SQUEE!), in addition to:

Zoe’s Tale by John Scalzi
Bad Monkeys by Matt Ruff
A Bad Spell in Yurt by C. Dale Brittain
Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman
Wings of Wrath by C.S. Friedman
Little Brother by Cory Doctorow

Already I feel the stories coming together in my head, ready to be spun into something new. I can’t wait for November and NaNoWriMo.

Dear Reader, how has your summer reading been?

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Knitting is Therapy

While I am not going to blog about what has been going on here at Chez Interrupted, I can show you this:

Beautiful and useful socks, born from a shit-storm. It will never ever cease to amaze me how the comforting act of knitting produces an object that is, itself, comforting. And while I will probably always remember these as the socks I knit while riding an emotional roller coaster, I will also remember how they brought me perfect moments of peace and stillness.

Also, they are sparkly.

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O Hai!

So it’s been nearly a month since I last posted here. Anywhere really. Not only have I been feeling sarcastically uninspired, but there has been a sarcastic amount of family drama over the last couple of weeks. Also, Michael Jackson died. Thank god for knitting.