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I haven't updated this is a looooong time, g-damn. I've been writing more lately but I haven't quite gotten to the stage where I move it from my word file to here, or elsewhere for that matter. Sometimes I don't see the point. I can see where I'm getting depressed again, when things are slipping and the days are gathering together until I wonder how the hell it is that another week/month has passed. I'm trying not to, to keep busy and moving and exercising. But then stressful things happen, I worry, and then the dominoes fall and I blink and suddenly it's a week later. We keep getting sick- first a week long flu that paralyzed the house and sent us all to the couches with blankets and pillows. Now there's some kind of stomach bug that is keeping Adam and I nauseous and out of it and dizzy. At least the girls aren't getting sick this time? That helps.
I've been knitting a lot lately. Getting out to knitting groups is the only time I leave the house alone, really, and I've been enjoying it. One of the gals at the library group I go to is older, and I think she taught at my elementary school? She's a fuckin' hoot. I dig hanging out with her- she admits she's a prude, but is really interested when someone else is talking about the crocheted garter belt she's making. I'm working on some pasties for a fest in the spring and she's cuuuuurious. Aww. I've been walking through a pattern with her to make some kid socks that look like duck feet. They're adorable! But we sat for almost 2 hours and barely got finished turning the heel on them- that's about 13 or 14 rows of knitting. Painstaking. It was definitely compounded by the fact that she had needles too small for her yarn, and knits too tightly, so it was exceedingly difficult to work with it. And the yarn was this cheap, horrible stuff that is basically the texture of the scrubbing side of a dish sponge. Yuck. I wanted to burn it, but the polyester fumes would have killed us all. Or made us high as hell.
I am making something really neat though- my best (and one of my only) friends in elementary school through junior high is getting married this summer! I'm making a shawl for her (I swear that isn't as boring as it sounds) that is bright and ruffley and soft. It's all pinks, purples and yellows. Her wedding is a fairy/whimsical sort of theme and it should be just right for her. The neat part is that she's asked for Ollie to be the ring bearer. Kickass! A tiny little tux is too much for me to bear. He asked me if we can let his hair grow out again, so by July he ought to have long blonde locks again. Fuck. Precious, right? Man, I don't even care about the shit I get when his hair is long, it's so damn cute.
Oh, and socks. Motherfuck, am I making some socks. I got some bombass yarn for my Christmas present from Adam and it's pretty and looks like confetti cake when you hold it. But once it's knit it flows and is just speckled with all these bright awesome colors with a white base. The heels and toes and the cuff will be seafoam green and it is just brilliant. I'm working on the 2nd now and am jazzed about finishing them. I should be getting my camera back from my mum and then I can upload some pictures of kids/knitting/excellence.
Ok, enough rambling. I promise I'm done! I've got to get this posted and then I'll be off to knit, watch a shitty movie, and try and sleep within the next hour or two.
I've been knitting a lot lately. Getting out to knitting groups is the only time I leave the house alone, really, and I've been enjoying it. One of the gals at the library group I go to is older, and I think she taught at my elementary school? She's a fuckin' hoot. I dig hanging out with her- she admits she's a prude, but is really interested when someone else is talking about the crocheted garter belt she's making. I'm working on some pasties for a fest in the spring and she's cuuuuurious. Aww. I've been walking through a pattern with her to make some kid socks that look like duck feet. They're adorable! But we sat for almost 2 hours and barely got finished turning the heel on them- that's about 13 or 14 rows of knitting. Painstaking. It was definitely compounded by the fact that she had needles too small for her yarn, and knits too tightly, so it was exceedingly difficult to work with it. And the yarn was this cheap, horrible stuff that is basically the texture of the scrubbing side of a dish sponge. Yuck. I wanted to burn it, but the polyester fumes would have killed us all. Or made us high as hell.
I am making something really neat though- my best (and one of my only) friends in elementary school through junior high is getting married this summer! I'm making a shawl for her (I swear that isn't as boring as it sounds) that is bright and ruffley and soft. It's all pinks, purples and yellows. Her wedding is a fairy/whimsical sort of theme and it should be just right for her. The neat part is that she's asked for Ollie to be the ring bearer. Kickass! A tiny little tux is too much for me to bear. He asked me if we can let his hair grow out again, so by July he ought to have long blonde locks again. Fuck. Precious, right? Man, I don't even care about the shit I get when his hair is long, it's so damn cute.
Oh, and socks. Motherfuck, am I making some socks. I got some bombass yarn for my Christmas present from Adam and it's pretty and looks like confetti cake when you hold it. But once it's knit it flows and is just speckled with all these bright awesome colors with a white base. The heels and toes and the cuff will be seafoam green and it is just brilliant. I'm working on the 2nd now and am jazzed about finishing them. I should be getting my camera back from my mum and then I can upload some pictures of kids/knitting/excellence.
Ok, enough rambling. I promise I'm done! I've got to get this posted and then I'll be off to knit, watch a shitty movie, and try and sleep within the next hour or two.