Wednesday, January 19, 2005

on the road

... it is snowing in Maryland. And I am in Texas.

I am alive. In the first few days of a two week business trip to Austin.

Still knitting: working on some socks out of yarn from my fantastic Secret Pal 3 who just keeps being amazing! She sent me the most wonderful and truly personalized package. Patti really tried to learn enough about me to surprise me with "perfect" gifts... And she did!

Also another Colinette grab-bag scarf, this one in prism plus some loop mohair I picked up at Rhinebeck.

Lastly, an Oat Couture sweater out of Lion Brand Jiffy. I don't want my next utter failure to be as expensive time- or cost-wise as the last two. On the other hand, if it the best sweater ever I can wear it every day and just toss it in the machine. Win-win.

Pictures later. I hope the snow lasts.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Lately

I have been having a hard time concentrating. I wake up already exhausted.

Wish I knew what to do. [She said, sarcastically.]

Among the things not remembered: mailing off all the prize winners' stuff. I actually stayed up (there you go) last night and bundled up and addressed all the packages. But I forgot my checkbook to pay my kind Mailroom Guy, Peter, for all the postage. So they will be in tomorrow's mail.

I have been knitting on the Over Sweater and have actually started my "Naked Sweaty Guy" thrummed mittens. They are kind of a bitch to knit, but are a sheer joy to fondle. Pictures after my nap.

I was asked in an email about my comments being off. I am way too hung up on them, so they will have to stay off until I can get over it. With my no-sleep-addled moods, it's no good for a day to be made or broken by the quality/quantity of comments I receive. It is not that I don't want to communicate. My email is posted on the top right column, and I am thrilled when someone uses it.

I have joined the Discovery Channel's National Body Challenge. I don't have cable, so I can't follow along on TV, but I will be trying out my free Bally's membership and hopefully get this groggy ass moving a bit more.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

The New Year...

Started with a lovely "bang" from A in the form of a dozen roses. (I needed cheering up—end of the year hysteria and all—and they did the trick!)



While waiting for the ball to drop, and trying not to get too hung up on everything I failed to accomplish in the last twelve months (see above), I finished my striped socks. (Regia 6-ply.)


Detail here

And a gift for a co-worker. (Inishowen from MDS&W, seed stitch.)



We did a "White Elephant" gift exchange at work, and since anyone could have picked my gift, rather than knit something, I wrapped the skein up and included a note saying "Your choice: Hat, Scarf, or Mittens!" It wasn't as coveted a gift as the liquor, but I got a lot of compliments on the idea. The "winner" picked a scarf, and I thought the seed stitch highlighted the variegated well.

FMF even went hiking with me! I can usually get him out to do that once a year. I am really glad we could go out together, but I am bummed out that I will likely be waiting another year for it to happen again.

Me on the shores of Lake Gitchy-Goomy (or Needwood, in Rock Creek Park), looking especially short and wide.



Other park denizens. I remember my grandmother once climbing a fence and hunkering us down in some reeds to get a good look at some Canada Geese. Here, they are so common they're called "flying cows." I still love them, though.

FMF putting some super-fly ninja moves on a tree at the lake.



A shot of the valley below the lake.

I finished off the start of the year by finishing off my first handspun yarn.



It's a two ply. One is white Romney, and the other I forget. It may be a brown Romney... But I can't be sure. SR and I bought a big bag each of the two wools for practicing at Rhinebeck.

It is pretty rough, and there is a painfully small amount of it after all that. But the sense of accomplishment is pretty steep. I like just looking at it. I wonder how many folks never knit up their first skein? I don't know if I could bear it.