We are still in week one and I have already cast on more projects. I don’t know why, I am deeply in love with the projects on my list. I think it started with my attempts to control the stash. My husband had brought me home some five gallon zip-lock bags, and I was tossing the stash looking for beasties. The wool fumes were seductively leading me to perdition like a carrot calls to bugs bunny.
Before I knew it, I was casting on a hat for a friend. There, got that out of my system. Now, I have some very old rainbow-colored acrylic that my daughter is insisting need to be a superhero cape. I’m trying to resist.
However, when I walked into therapy this morning, sitting next to the normal torture devices that have my name on them, was a ball of Sashay and 2 metal needles. For those of you (blissfully) unfamiliar with Sashay, it is a ribbon yarn designed to make ruffle scarves. I am so not a ruffle person, probably since I was pudgy kid whose grandmother never bought me anything not covered in ruffles to camouflage my flab.
I despise this stuff, aside from the PTSD memories of being forced to wear a ruffled, neon green, striped, teddy bear sweater. (Mom. Remember, some day I shall pick out your nursing home…) simply because it doesn’t flow well, instead of continuously sliding yarn to make stitches with, you have to poke your finger through the holes in the mesh, and then wrap the loops around the stitch to knit. I am left-handed, so I am used to the nice quick continental style of knitting. I am not patient enough for this stuff, plus, It’s so much more painful. I believe all that malarkey my therapist was spouting was merely a cover to try to get me to give up knitting. It won’t work.
I am posting this a little early, because I am heading to Ny on Tuesday to attend my 20th (gulp) highschool reunion. It’s just going to be Livy and I on our first plane ride together. Mike, unfortunately has to work so it will be an experience. Please pray for us, particularly, that I don’t jump out of the plane in self-defense, as little miss has an amazing ability to chatter more than 2000 chipmunks at once.
We are going to be on the plane for 2 1/2 hours which should translate into knitting time, but will probably degenerate into me tying peanut to her seat. We’ll be in NY for 9 days. i don’t expect to get much knitting down while we are there. I shall be attempting to regain my favorite aunt status. This will require some chocolate and grubbing in the dirt. We’ve reached a compromise about icky critters though. I will pay more chocolate to have to touch fewer frogs.
I will be visiting the only LYS in my parent’s area, so next week there will be yarn porn. In other news, we went and looked at a new house about 30 miles out-of-town. It has 10 acres, and count them 4 LYS in the surrounding area. I am excited, and already planning an addition exclusively for yarn storage.
Happy crafting everyone and welcome to all the new participants!