You know you’re busy when you have to pencil in changing light bulbs, washing dishes, and going to the ATM in your planner.
Have you ever thought that it’s not really necessary to shower every day? The thought has been lingering in my head all this week. And vacuuming? I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m perfectly happy living with fiber/hair/dust bunnies the size of grapefruits.
That’s just my way of saying, not much knitting progress has happened this week. It is in very poor form to talk about one’s job on a public forum, so I’ll just tell you that my students are keeping me very busy.
However, here is proof that there’s been at least a little bit of progress:
I’ve started section 6 of the Curlicue.
I’ve started and finished the bottom of the felted dog bed for Annie’s Men Who Knit (and the dogs who love them). You can see that it’s nothing like the bed’s sides – different colors, different stitch pattern, different yarn (this is worked with KnitPicks Wool of the Andes, rather than the Sierra that’s used on the sides), but I still love it!
Can we switch gears for a second and talk about socks? Grandma’s feet are cold, and I know I’ve been talking about making her a new pair of socks for a while now. What’s the hold up? Well, the original plan was to use some Periwinkle Lorna’s Laces and the Waving Lace pattern from Interweave:
But it’s like that scarf. Remember when everyone started knitting that scarf? Poo-poo-something? Ca-ca-something? Crap-something, that’s it! I, too, loved the scarf at first, but when everyone and their mother had started to knit one, I was no longer interested – my inner knitter changed her mind from “yeah!” to “meh.” Same thing is happening with the Waving Lace pattern – if two of my regular blog reads have knit them, and then my Sockapal-2-za sock pal knit them for me, and I see a completed pair on someone’s blog at least once a week, the pattern is no longer for me.
I say, “work with” quite deliberately – a lot of the patterns have calf shaping, which doesn’t appeal to me, or sizing that would need to be adjusted for grandma’s footsies, or different toes, heels, etc. But, it’s something, and it’s not the Crapotee. Yet.
And the dishes? Still not washed.