Act I:
Me: Guys what do you want for lunch?
Chorus (of children): I don’t know!
Me: How about a Sunflower butter and jelly sandwich?
Chorus: I don’t know!
Act II:
Me (goes to the kitchen to make sunflower butter and jelly sandwiches)
Act III
Me (places sunflower butter and jelly sandwiches on the table before the chorus)
Chorus: NO WE WANTED LUNCH MEAT SANDWICHES!
Me: WHARRRRRGARBL!!
Fin
Since I’m still waiting for that alpaca yarn to dry, I decided to go ahead and order one of these. If this doesn’t work to dry my hand spun yarns, nothing will and I’ll probably have to only wash yarns in the “drier” season. Which I’m told is what passes for winter around these parts. In the meantime, I shall comfort myself with the cutest wee tiny cookie jar ever.
(actually it’s a mug, but it’s too cute to use as a mug I think)
Bad knitting mojo stinks. I’ve cast on, almost finished, and frogged the same hat five times, and then, for a change of pace, I knit almost the entire outer sole of a felted clog on the wrong size needle. Actually, it was the very needle I was trying to make the hat with. BLAAAAARGH.
How is your holiday knitting going?
Remember this?
Yeah, I frogged that. I just had a hard time accepting the way the colors wanted to line up across a large number of stitches. So I frogged the crap out of that sock and cast on a baktus. Naturally, that was fine until I’d worked about an inch and then blech. So then I just wanted to see how many stitches I could get out of each color. It was something crazy tiny like 10 or 15 stitches per color. AAARGH. I am never ever going to make a long ass 15 stitch wide sock yarn scarf. And you know what I realized? This is just one of those colorways that looked gorgeous in the skein but that I hate knitted up. Once I got my head around that, I was able to just let it go. I balled it up and handed it to my friend Weaver at the park today. I’m sure that whatever she ends up making with it will be so fabulous that I’ll be pissed at myself for giving it to her, but at this point… Well, at this point it was all I could do not the throw the damn thing at her head.
That being said, I do plan to create more content for Google+ (in terms of status updates and the like) so, if you haven’t already added me to your circles please do!
Very nearly a year ago this happened. Well, it happened again, only this time it was to this sweater.
I’m so upset, I don’t even have the words. I swear, I didn’t wash it any differently this last time than I have since the day I finished it. I put it in the water (lukewarm!) and it was only slightly fuzzed, and when I pulled it out it was felted. I don’t know if it’s my washing machine, agitating my wool on the sly, or if it got too jostled when I pressed it down into the water, or if it’s the crappy Wool of the Andes yarn. Blaaargh, I’m so frustrated and sad for my sweater. I loved it so much. :-(
Okay, so last night Hubs and I sat down to watch a couple of episodes of Firefly and I knitted on my sweater. Dudes. IT’S STILL THE SAME LENGTH AS WHEN I STARTED! BLAAAAAAARGH!!!
In other news, the new handbag I ordered from Amazon arrived today.
IT’S SO AWESOME!
Oh my goodness. Sometimes I really feel as though I am not interesting enough to keep up with this post a day thing. My life is so very ordinary. For example, I’m so bloody tired today, so much that I am starting to wonder if I’m ill or if it’s just the weather. (Did you know it is snowing here today? We’re expected to get at least a couple of inches, plus some ice too!) The fatigue is pretty bad, actually. I am tired at 9 pm in spite of a full 10 hours of sleep and I just can’t seem to shake it. (Although here I am, still up at 11 pm. …) Anyway, when this fatigue is wearing me down, every little thing takes an enormous effort and I end up just sitting still for most of the day. Which, honestly doesn’t make for very interesting blogging. I’m sorry, Dear Reader, I’m trying. Really I am. But I am too tired today to think of ways to make tales of going to the dentist followed by a trip to Trader Joe’s sound interesting. Have a nice night, Dear Reader. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting/interesting.
Not sure what your spam comment “japan is in crisis right now” on yesterday’s post is supposed to mean. Honestly, not every blog post in the blog-o-sphere can be about what is going on in Japan, and yes, I am well aware what is happening there. It’s among the first things I think about when I wake up, and again when I go to sleep. I think about it while I’m doing the dishes or the laundry and when I’m making dinner for my family. I think about how, in spite of technological advances that have extended the human lifespan and made it possible to sprawl over the face of this planet numbering in the billions, human life is so very fragile in the face of grand geological events. I think about how terrifying it must’ve been to be there and I think about all the people who’ve lost someone they love. I think about the Faceless 50 who are risking certain death in an attempt to prevent a full-scale meltdown at the Fukushima Plant. I think about the vastness of the universe and how very insignificant we really are and what queer creatures we are to even ponder our place in the cosmos.
So yeah. I know that Japan is in crisis now. As a blogger-not-in-Japan, I don’t necessarily have anything to say about it other than that my thoughts are with the people of Japan. An old friend of mine, who’s mother emigrated from Japan many years ago, still has extended family in Japan, and so my thoughts are with her and her mom too.
We stayed up entirely too late last night, as we are still trying to adjust to Daylight Saving Time, and mornings around these parts have been rather rough the last few days. So rough, in fact, that we had convinced ourselves (thanks to help from the calendar! stupid calendar!) that our firstborn had a doctor’s appointment today. Not only did he not have an appointment with the doctor we thought he had an appointment with, he didn’t even have an appointment with the doctor whose name we had written down! In other words, we dragged ourselves from our bed before we were ready, got the kids ready and out of the house, and drove from one end of town to the other FOR NO REASON AT ALL. We really don’t understand why DST is shredding our ass so thoroughly this year, but it really is. And we are not lying.
In other news, we have finished the body of our sweater and have started a sleeve. Pictures possibly tomorrow? Or maybe even Friday? Further, we have frogged and restarted the sock class socks and are considering frogging and restarting again. First they were too big, and now we don’t particularly care for the acute pointiness of the toe. We hope our students understand if we don’t have a whole 7-3/4 inches of sock to show them on Saturday when we start work on the heel turn.
Lastly, here’s a picture from our aquarium trip which amuses us greatly.
See you tomorrow!
Knitting Interrupted 
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