Another week of work, to be broken up by knitting...

It's Tuesday and I am already set for sneaking some knitting into my work week.  

I used to not be this way.  I swear.  I used to be more task oriented.  But I was not addicted to yarn then.  

So I am doing a half day at work, and then sneaking off to do yarn shopping and lunch with a friend today.... and basically not answering any work calls, and hiding from my daughters and husband for a few hours... 

Does that make me a bad person?

On second thought, don't answer that.  

And the beat goes on....

Here is the shawl, finished at last.... Knit in mostly garter stitch on lucky #13 Bryspun straight needles in Noro Matsuri Color #2.  

I spent the better part of Saturday trying to find buttons or beads to embellish it, only to end up relocating the wondrous Dandelion Beads (209 Rosemont Garden, Lexington, KY 40503, 859.335.9600 www.dandelionbeads.com)  So those are the little white beads )actually a milky opaque) that you see on the top of the fringe....

Other than that, I am enjoying the hell that is the autumnal allergic asthmatic cornucopia of September (and October! oy!) in landlocked Central Kentucky.  Sneezing, coughing, and just feeling like shit abounds.  But at least it is not as hot and humid as the summer hell is....

I also picked up some Nashua stuff that was labelled alpaca on Saturday, but is knitting like a splitty ass mohair (yet is gorgeous....)  Here is the beginning of that scene.  It was the yarn my daughter had picked out for her scarf/hat scene for her birthday in November.

Another day.... wish I could make another dollar....

Here's the deal....

I got to spend a delicious stolen 30 or 45 minutes at the library and checked out a couple of knitting books.  I can't wait to start another groovy project.  One is a book of patterns for kids 2 to 8, so Tara will finally be the recipient of something decent knitted.  As one may recall, she is the ONLY person who wanted the very first thing I knitted - the rainbow scarf from hell...  

As it is, I am working on a Noro self-striping scarf for her at the moment (pretty sure it is silk garden, the damned first scarf - too ugly to be seen in public - was kureyon), using the smaller needles, so it looks almost decent...

I had to cut my library trip short to go lead the vocational therapy group I have just started for the agency I consult for.  It was fairly successful.  

So I am still bitter, as I have to fly a couple of counties south now and go see my dad to give him his birthday cards and go see my ex to get some cash.  

However, I am also planning on meeting a new SNB (since no one is allowed to say STITCH N BITCH!!!) friend to go ogle at Magpie Yarn in Lexington.  Good thing Jane (the AWESOME owner) is so kid-friendly, because the demon daughters (my version of DDs) will be with me....

Can you tell I have determined that I am happier when I figure out a way to wedge textiles and YARN into my day?  Or am I weaving the yarn into my day?  

Oy vey.  

September means autumn is coming... at some point.... right???

Ohhhhh.  (Read this as a big sigh.)

I am so attuned to autumn.  It takes forever to get to central Kentucky, and then as soon as it arrives, it is gone.  

So I wait, breathlessly.  And try not to blink. 

Today finds me in Appalachia - or at least in eastern Kentucky.  I am planning a drive back through the foothills of the mountain chain to go pick up the girls and go home to flat-land suburbia.  

And no, I still have not cleaned out the house in BFE.  My window for doing so is as narrow as the town's residents' minds.....

So as my brain threatens to explode from the stress of too much to do, and no funds to get the jobs done, I determine now that blogging for the day may not have been such a good idea.  

Sorry, folks.  I will try this in a few days, maybe next week.....

Trying to get my bearings... when I can't bear most things.

Slowly but surely, I am emerging.  At least I think I am... 

This is supposed to be a blog about writing, but so far it reads more like a surf through mental illness or a whine... just needs a proper cheese.

So yesterday I took the day off.  It was a weird feeling, as I am not really a take a day off kind of person.  Or when I do, I am so wracked with guilt I end up working my ass off at home.  But yesterday, well, I prepared three meals, did no dishes (yeah, it is rough in my kitchen), and basically read to the point I was tired of Terry Goodkind, and wanted some nonfiction.  Weird.  Anyway, I plan on reading Eats, Shoots, and Leaves next.  Unless I get sucked back into the Tibetan Book of the Dead.

I also did a small made-up-in-my-head knit project.  A friend of mine has a cool eyeglass case hanging in her car, and so I made one up and finished it last night with help from my daughter (Chloe added the crocheted chain for a strap!).  She made fun of me for not being able to crochet, but that's okay, I can still knit pretty good for someone who taught themselves out of a book!  The in process and finished project pictures are at the end of this blog.  

 

Yeah, I know, I really need to be more energetic about housekeeping...  

I also goofed off with my children, which I try to do at least daily, if not more often.  

Here are the pictures of the day's fruits.  Unfortunately did not take a picture of the homemade veggie gumbo I made for lunch....

Hiatus OVER!!! or I am over this hiatus!!!

Okay, so I am back. 

Patience has been a virtue for you, Dear Reader, but alas! not for me... 

As in, I have had no patience for my circumstances-imposed isolation, and I need to come back into the world, or the bloggin' fold at the very least.  

So what have I been doing? I have been working in the retail world, and I DID NOT HATE IT, ha ha naysayers!

I enjoyed my coworkers and their antics, and even some of the customers were interesting. However, I remain convinced that a very interesting segment of the population as too much disposable wealth and too little common sense/compassion/personality... not that I did not know it before, but now I have more concrete evidence.  

There is also the other point I continue to make: I spent many years (and continue to) working with folks with disabilities, and the many of the supposedly non-disabled customers I met were WAY more impaired than anyone I ever worked with before.... I mean impaired in the sense of common sense/compassion/personality..... hmmm, it may be a refrain at this point in the song...

So I am back, still knittin, trying to write, and hanging with Saint Timothy of the Tapper and the Wild Ones... 

Update on The Not-Right Writer!

Hey, I will be back soon, hopefully next week!  

Thank you for your patience!

Peace and keeping looking for the coolness.

Namaste!