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Right. Arabic accounting here and here, and let's hope that in the coming week I can concentrate better on my language studies than I have the second half of this past week.
I have done so much knitting today internets I cannot even begin to tell you. I got up, looked outside, saw the snow and went back to bed in disgust. And then I got up again, stretched and did my two hours of Arabic, showered, and sat down to watch All The TV and Knit All The Things. I actually got a fair bit done in my placemat, which is called the Peachy Keen placemat (available on the web) and which really needs a better name, and started the Elvish Leaves dishcloth. Because Elvish Leaves dishcloth. I think what I really want to do, too, is get some wool or something and do a blanket made up of smaller squares of those. That might be the third project I get on needles, really.
The Elvish Leaves dishcloths should go pretty quick, though. I mean, I could probably knock one of those off in a weekend, maybe a day if I hadn't spent half of it today doing placemats. And thanks to Anna being an even bigger dork than I was about hope chests for a couple of days... or maybe we're just trading off the hope chest dorkitude... The contents of my hope chest, without further ado! So far, at least.
6 4 placemats 14x??, brown, tan, KY cardinal, Mays 8/4 Cotton Warp
6 placemats 17x??, light sage, daffodil?, peach, Mays 8/4 Cotton Warp
(eventually duplicate in smaller size)
4 3 2 Elvish leaves dishcloths, various colors, Sugar & Cream
Scalloped table runner, harvest color, Brown Sheep Nature Spun?
Scalloped table runner, spring color, Brown Sheep Nature Spun
Elvish Leaves afghan, gray and green/purple? Louet Gems Merino?
Elvish Leaves afghan, green and brown, Louet Gems Merino?
Squares Lap Robe, black and burgundy, Brown Sheep Superwash
Squares Lap Robe, slate blue, Brown Sheep Superwash
Shoe rug, dorm carpet beige
Abundance table runner, harvest color, Cascade 220 Fingering
Abundance table runner, spring color, Cascade 220 Fingering
Yggdrasil afghan, gold/brown? ish
Rag rug from old jeans, if there are enough of them.
And then whatever else comes to mind as I raid Anna's pattern favorites and we trade back and forth and find other nifty stuff. Because we are utter, utter dorks.
Still no word on Old Hotness, but our offer is in. We put in our offer at, basically, $PrancingPony, and I fully expect them to counter considering they were asking somewhere in the neighborhood of $MinasTirith. I'm hoping we'll settle on maybe $TheShire. If they actually accept our first offer I will be utterly shocked. And then do a victory dance all around the neighborhood. And then wait for the inspection to come back with a Ringwraith lurking in the crawlspace, because if they're actually letting it go for $PrancingPony then I have my deep suspicions about what they might know that we don't. Then again, it doesn't actually seem like they know much about the house, being as the bank's located several hundred miles away, it's been through three banks in the last four years or so, and it seems like it's been on and off the market for those four years and no one's bit. Mostly because people see that description and expect it to be a lot more turnkey? Fixed up. Without wallpaper peeling and scratches in the paint and dust all over everything and one of the shutters falling off.
Anyway, it's an REO, and I hear those go by pretty fast. We'll see what happens. We have a thing from the bank, and really good terms on our loan. We have the down payment enough to avoid mortgage insurance. All we have to do is, you know. Get through the offer/counteroffer process, because despite what the listing agent said about there being the "threat" of another offer... three years! No bites! The listing agent didn't even know the conditions under which the house could be inspected when we asked. So. Hopefully that goes by quick, and then we can get on with our lives.
Because really, there's only so long I can go knitting stuff for this hope chest. Also, we have way too much crap in this apartment and every time I think about it, have to clean it, something, all that space we could have with me not having to climb over piles of gaming books every time I want to pick up my damn guitar, it just bugs me. Do you know the size of the kitchen I could have? A kitchen big enough to have a breakfast table in. Not a breakfast nook attached to the kitchen, in the fucking kitchen. I grew up in a galley kitchen, this is the stuff my dreams are made of. Yes, I have banal dreams. Shut up.
Speaking of kitchens, I suppose this means it's time to get elbow deep into raw chicken again. My kingdom for a chest freezer.
I have done so much knitting today internets I cannot even begin to tell you. I got up, looked outside, saw the snow and went back to bed in disgust. And then I got up again, stretched and did my two hours of Arabic, showered, and sat down to watch All The TV and Knit All The Things. I actually got a fair bit done in my placemat, which is called the Peachy Keen placemat (available on the web) and which really needs a better name, and started the Elvish Leaves dishcloth. Because Elvish Leaves dishcloth. I think what I really want to do, too, is get some wool or something and do a blanket made up of smaller squares of those. That might be the third project I get on needles, really.
The Elvish Leaves dishcloths should go pretty quick, though. I mean, I could probably knock one of those off in a weekend, maybe a day if I hadn't spent half of it today doing placemats. And thanks to Anna being an even bigger dork than I was about hope chests for a couple of days... or maybe we're just trading off the hope chest dorkitude... The contents of my hope chest, without further ado! So far, at least.
6 4 placemats 14x??, brown, tan, KY cardinal, Mays 8/4 Cotton Warp
6 placemats 17x??, light sage, daffodil?, peach, Mays 8/4 Cotton Warp
(eventually duplicate in smaller size)
4 3 2 Elvish leaves dishcloths, various colors, Sugar & Cream
Scalloped table runner, harvest color, Brown Sheep Nature Spun?
Scalloped table runner, spring color, Brown Sheep Nature Spun
Elvish Leaves afghan, gray and green/purple? Louet Gems Merino?
Elvish Leaves afghan, green and brown, Louet Gems Merino?
Squares Lap Robe, black and burgundy, Brown Sheep Superwash
Squares Lap Robe, slate blue, Brown Sheep Superwash
Shoe rug, dorm carpet beige
Abundance table runner, harvest color, Cascade 220 Fingering
Abundance table runner, spring color, Cascade 220 Fingering
Yggdrasil afghan, gold/brown? ish
Rag rug from old jeans, if there are enough of them.
And then whatever else comes to mind as I raid Anna's pattern favorites and we trade back and forth and find other nifty stuff. Because we are utter, utter dorks.
Still no word on Old Hotness, but our offer is in. We put in our offer at, basically, $PrancingPony, and I fully expect them to counter considering they were asking somewhere in the neighborhood of $MinasTirith. I'm hoping we'll settle on maybe $TheShire. If they actually accept our first offer I will be utterly shocked. And then do a victory dance all around the neighborhood. And then wait for the inspection to come back with a Ringwraith lurking in the crawlspace, because if they're actually letting it go for $PrancingPony then I have my deep suspicions about what they might know that we don't. Then again, it doesn't actually seem like they know much about the house, being as the bank's located several hundred miles away, it's been through three banks in the last four years or so, and it seems like it's been on and off the market for those four years and no one's bit. Mostly because people see that description and expect it to be a lot more turnkey? Fixed up. Without wallpaper peeling and scratches in the paint and dust all over everything and one of the shutters falling off.
Anyway, it's an REO, and I hear those go by pretty fast. We'll see what happens. We have a thing from the bank, and really good terms on our loan. We have the down payment enough to avoid mortgage insurance. All we have to do is, you know. Get through the offer/counteroffer process, because despite what the listing agent said about there being the "threat" of another offer... three years! No bites! The listing agent didn't even know the conditions under which the house could be inspected when we asked. So. Hopefully that goes by quick, and then we can get on with our lives.
Because really, there's only so long I can go knitting stuff for this hope chest. Also, we have way too much crap in this apartment and every time I think about it, have to clean it, something, all that space we could have with me not having to climb over piles of gaming books every time I want to pick up my damn guitar, it just bugs me. Do you know the size of the kitchen I could have? A kitchen big enough to have a breakfast table in. Not a breakfast nook attached to the kitchen, in the fucking kitchen. I grew up in a galley kitchen, this is the stuff my dreams are made of. Yes, I have banal dreams. Shut up.
Speaking of kitchens, I suppose this means it's time to get elbow deep into raw chicken again. My kingdom for a chest freezer.