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November 2007
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I’ve been so good this week. Despite my birthday, despite Thanksgiving, despite the wonderful fall weather (I love it when it’s bright and shiny outside but you have that cold snap of wind and when it’s cold and rainy and I can stay inside and when it’s grey and brooding and basically I absolutely adore fall) I have been working. I get up, work without looking at my blogs or browsing the internet or dreaming little dreams. I go home, have dinner, talk to Bear about his day, and go back to work without looking at my blogs or reading a book or knitting or spinning or watching my shows. I fall shower, fall asleep, and wake up to repeat the pattern. I have been doing this for days despite the fact that this kind of behavior goes against every grain I have. I am capable of working hard, but I need my hobby time.

But today the whine has started. In my head there is a little voice repeatedly stomping it’s foot and chanting in a childish nasal voice, “I don’t wanna!” I really really need to push through tonight and tomorrow. Finish my paper at the least. The problem is that it isn’t all over on Friday. We have homework due on Sunday. And paper reviews for everyone else in the class due Tuesday (8 groups, minus your own, we each have to read and write reviews for 7 papers in 4 days, but we’ll be doing homework Sat and Sun, so really in 2 days). Then we have the presentations Wed and Fri. And we still aren’t done. Our final is the Monday after. My mind and my heart are quailing in fear.

So in typical true denial, I staged a little photo shoot earlier.

I got the November fiber. Falkland wool. In the colorway “Pie for Everyone”…

Does that look like pie to you? At all?

I thought it looked more like my birthday roses, but with some shades of lavender and brown.

Falkland wool isn’t the toughest yarn, but it isn’t Rambouillet either. I’ve been dreaming about making really bouncy springy yarn. While I love the yarn I have produced in the past it tends to be very flat and strong. I wanted something a little more delicate and bouncy. I think I need to learn to how to spin with a short draw. I basically taught myself long draw and it seems so natural and intuitive that I’m having trouble even imagining what a short draw might look like. Hopefully I’ll find something to describe it and maybe a video on youtube. I have a novelty? batt with a mix of fibers and flash sitting upstairs in a mossy green color. Hopefully I’ll get to experiment some.

Well. As soon as this whole mess is finished. Of to do some writing I suppose.

Happy Birthday!


(Thanks Dad!)

I’m snowed under with end of semester projects, papers, midterms, reviews, and other mess that all has to get done Friday, Sunday by midnight, Monday and Wednesday. But y’all have fun.

Snowy Strawberries

So last night I was good. We shopped, put away the groceries. Then I baked cookies (same as the ones here). I burned them just the tiniest bit. I also worked on the strawberry mittens and this morning I took pictures.

Here’s the first mitten (again). Please direct your attention to the color of the thumb. Notice how the top of the mitten and the thumb are the same color? (Strangely my spellcheck is not American. It wants to change color to colour. Which would be fine, but I know I don’t say colour. *sighs*)

Notice something else?? It’s snow!!! It’s the first snow of the season!

But yes, so, the reason I wasn’t wearing this mittens to keep my hands warm from the cold?

Yes. The thumb on the second mitten isn’t done. It’s very sad.

This is why. See the color of the yarn?

It doesn’t match the end of the yarn from the top of the mitten.

Not only does it not match the working end of the yarn, that color doesn’t occur again in the ball of yarn. Not only that, but it hardly appeared in the yarn at all. There’s only a very thin strip on the mitten where the yarn is 2 plies of very very pale pink and 1 ply of very very pale green. It’s very pretty, but it’s screwing up my mitten.

So I stopped knitting. Because I am stumped. I think though, in the interest of having warm mittens, and since I’ll be the one wearing them, that I’ll just knit the thumb and it just won’t match. I welcome any better ideas though.

The conversation when I went back into the house this morning, to drop the camera after taking the pictures:

ME: Holy crap, it’s snowing!

BEAR: It isn’t snowing?

ME: It is snowing.

BEAR: Holy crap it’s snowing?

ME: Yes!

BEAR: It’s snowing! Holy crap!

ME: Yes…

BEAR: It’s snowing holy crap?

ME: …yes. yes, it is.

*ME tackles BEAR*

He got plenty sleep last night…

Ruts in the road

I have a problem with ruts. I like them. I fall into them so easily. But sometimes the ruts are bad.

Here’s the current rut. I do some work. My brain starts to hurt. At this point I really should say to myself, “Self, you can’t work now, so do something like knit or bake so that your mind isn’t doing gymnastics. That’s what you want to do anyways, and after the rest, you’ll be raring to go.”

But what happens is that I go play on the internet. Or I’ve been flipping through magazines or books I’ve read already. Basically getting nothing done and resenting the work I have to do all the more. So I’m giving myself a shake and a smack. The whole getting dark at 4:30-5pm thing really doesn’t help. (And I don’t know why I started going to bed late, like 4am late, and getting up late, like 2pm late, because I think that might be the real problem. And that’s easily fixable. I’m not a night person anyway.)

I want to spin. I want to knit. I really want to bake. Bread. Pie. Lasagne. Something. And dammit, I’m going to. Tonight is shopping for a turkey. (I swear, when both Bear and I get like this it’s terrible.) And then tonight after I clean a bit and put away all the groceries and feed us. I’m going to finish off the mittens. Tonight. So tomorrow, I better post about those mittens or else.

But in the meantime (while I’m getting work done so that tonight I can do all that fun stuff) here’s a pretty picture of some pansies. (I’m a big fan of pansies.)

No more of this procrastination crap.