I just read 257 comments.

Usually I'm not so much of a comment reader, at least not on other people's blog.
Mostly they are stupid people with little to do besides berate other people's opinions. I read the comments on this post, though, because they were making me laugh. The comments were making me laugh. After about 150 I should have stopped. Now they are just making my head hurt. And I do agree, Spencer is a douche and I hurt for Heidi that she can't see the devil horns hiding in his perfectly-groomed-yet-evil hair.
There is knitting going on, I promise. Later all will be revealed. (I haven't uploaded pictures to my 'puter yet)

Vacillation in knitting land

As a knitter I'm usually very focused. I find a project I want to do, go out and find yarn just for that project, promptly sit down and knit, knit, knit until I am done with said project. My mind never wanders to other projects that might be looming or that have been sitting hidden in the closet.
The problem with hanging out with a group of excellent accomplished knitters (Karen, Kristen and Gena) is seeing all the wonderful options out there. My blinders get yanked off with a vengeance.
For the first time ever I have at least 4 projects that I am working on. These babies are not just sitting on needles, they are in my bag (actually, I am up to two bags). I carry them with me everywhere. Let's not even get into the fact that I am also carrying 3 kinds of roving, a book on spinning, and a 1.8oz top whirl spindle.
So what are these amazing projects I can't leave behind as I trudge back and forth to work, the store, the park, everywhere(!) ?

1) My lace project. I am working on the Icarus scarf from Interweave Knits Summer '06. (Thank you Kristen, for a lot of things :) ). This project is the first to be cast on from yarn acquired at SAFF, an amazing and wonderfully welcoming fiber and animal fest in Asheville, NC. The girls and I went a couple weekends ago. This amazing yarn is a lovely sage color handpainted by The Sanguine Gryphon. It has been lovely to work with so far. Pics coming soon.

2) My cable project. The twisted flower socks by Cookie A. Lovely yarn, complicated pattern, size 1.5 needles. These needles have been silent for weeks. (Why am I still carrying these? Because I will finish these, oh yes I WILL finish these socks.)





3) My alpaca project. Oh the wonders of alpaca. Remind me to tell you about the wonders of making alpaca yarn. It's an adorable bag. I've made this bag before in a bigger size, same yarn different colorway.





4) My practical project. I am making Knucks in the amazing Iris colorway from Miss Bab's. I'm not sure that I will embroider anything on these. The colors of the yarn and gorgeous and need no further adornment. Pics also coming soon.

I'm also carrying in my bag(s) a 7 ft finished scarf out of organic cotton. I'm not sure why I still have this with me. Partly I think I'm just trying not to loss is before I give it away for X-mas. I loss stuff... a lot. Like the feeling in my left arm as I lug all of this around.

Infrequent at best

I have a declaration to make. I am horrible at blogging. However, I have felt the tug of blogger bringing me back once again to try and make some sense of my world through this public forum. I think that I might feel like I have more to share this time around. I am joining the world of knitting bloggers. The beauty of this? Knitting bloggers love reading other people's knitting blogs. It's like this little bubble world where people can never get enough of yarn and needles and the goodness that is Interweave Knits. I have knitting girls now. They all have blogs. In order keep from feeling out of the loop, I shall give this another go. I have to say though, it probably will be infrequent at best.

Gasp, another post....

Don't worry... no pointless drivel about things which mean very little to those other than me. Today I thought I would chat about something which could make anyone's day full of roses, sunshine and some annoying Disney-like forest music. Today I want to talk about Converse. Now, I love my Chuck Taylors. I can't get enough of them. Basically since I was old enough to pick out my own shoes I have bypassed the trendy heels and dangerous looking wedges other were wearing, and picked myself up a pair of reliable, good-for-everything chucks. I have to confess, they weren't always real chucks. More than once I found a great pair of converse knock-offs at Payless and gladly paid my $9.99 for 3 or 4 months of wear. Mostly I couldn't resist because they were made out of some fantastic fabric with ladybugs or some other nonsense. Either way, real or not, I have worn every pair until the hole in the bottom of the sole starts letting in little rocks (or snow) and then, they get to live in my closet for a long time before I can part with them.
Did I just get a new pair? Is that what this is all about? No, even better. I was perusing the little knitting booklets... you know the ones the cover one wall by the yarn in the craft store? I was looking for some variation on a style of baby sweater I am hoping to knit for an ex-boyfriend who just had his first baby. (A girl! Welcome to the world little Niev.) In amongst all the horrible, terrible, no good, very bad bootie patterns I discovered (pause for effect) a pattern for baby high-top Chuck Taylor All-Stars. Oh my. The world is right again. Can't you see the sunshine breaking through the clouds? What is that annoying sound I hear? Disney forest music?
I am almost done with the first shoe. I am making some modifications as I want it be a little girly, but I could not think of a more perfect bootie for my artist friend's first daughter. (or anyone frankly... if I have some time I am going to try to make slippers for myself on much bigger needles with bigger yarn.)
Happy Wednesday folks. Hope there's a smile on your face too.

ok... I have to update. I just went to the site to get the link info and all, and I discovered that Converse has a design your own All-Stars feature. How cool is that.

paralyzed

I spend like 90% of my life in a state of paralysis. I look around and see all these wonderful things creative people are making and I think "That's just gorgeous" and this melancholy comes over me. This sense of longing and loving all packing into a second. See, I could be one of those creative people. I am a creative person when I allow myself to be. The problem is I can't feel without consequences. My greatest defense against being swallowed in fear and sadness is often to not open my mind to anything. I find myself stopping any sort of mental conversation which will lead me to thinking about pretty much anything emotional. Most people can't or won't understand this. They want to know why I don't sell the things I make. Why I don't go back to school. Why I don't get a better job or look at the life I am living and make choices. "I can't" never seems to be a good enough answer for them.

A new image for a new year

Every nine months or so I decide I can no longer stand my hair and need to get it chopped off. Once this ended with very short hair and two thirteen inch braids on their way to Locks of Love. I left the salon feeling great about someone else getting a chance to have hair and not so great about the way my hair looked. I never like my hair after it gets cut. I'm thinking this is why I never get it cut more than twicea year. This christmas, I was hating my hair again and instead of looking for someone local (I never go back to the same person) I got my hair cut in California. by my mother's stylist. It doesn't suck. It's also not what I asked for, but all the same. I am back to hair above my shoulders