It's late and all is well at Chez Ragged. Everyone is asleep, everyone that is except Ragged herself.
I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but I find myself staying up later than usual on the weekends. As a matter of fact, I have noticed I am often not quite ready to go to bed during the week, but give in because I know that I will pay for it in the a.m. (By 2 p.m. following a poor night's rest, I am a cranky, diet-Coke chugging maniac.)
Cynical, unable to stick it out with me, turns in early and I am left to watch bad television alone. (However, tonight I got lucky and found My Morning Jacket on Austin City Limits.)
In my twenties I was quite a night owl, finding solace and energy in the late night hours. I would get wrapped up in projects, journaling or just in thought, finally tucking myself in during the wee hours. I used that precious time well. I wrote long letters to friends far away, knocked out weekly newspaper columns, watched lots of television documentaries (don't attribute that to an intellectual mind at work, that's all you can find at 2 a.m.), dug through my record collection or read many, many books.
I suspect I liked the peacefulness of those hours while my neighbors or room-mates slept soundly. Maybe it was my second wind, maybe it was simply insomnia, I am not sure.
I don't know what to do with these stolen hours now. Maybe I will blog. Maybe I will knit. Maybe I will use the time to journal, revisit letter writing, organize my photographs or listen to long forgotten CDs. Whatever I do, I will realize that these hours are productive, they are rare and they are all mine.
I am going to check in on Cynical now, whenever I need sleep his rhythmic breathing does the trick every time. Either that or I will see if he's up for a game of Boggle. I suspect that Boggle will not win out.
The photo above is of a little experiment. They are wash cloths that I plan to include in some gift baskets. I also knocked out another purse last night. I am making nearly carbon copies of my previous ones as gifts. I let the receivers pick the colors, so that might explain all of the brown I've been knitting with lately.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Because the night
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3 comments:
This knit pattern you showed here - I LOVE the pattern. But it's this particular pattern that has ended my knitting 'career'. I knitted voraciously for 2 winters before I tried to make a baby blanket for my girlfriend using this lovely pattern. Size 7 needles and hours and hours and hours later, the baby blanket turned into a doll blanket. This winter, I picked up my needles again, hoping to fill my winter nights clicking away. I started a simple drop stitch scarf in October (on size 15 needles) - and still haven't finished it. Phin was over the other evening and I tried to finish it but my knitting mojo is gone. I kept dropping stitches left and right. Frustrated, I threw it back in the bag. She, on the otherhand, finished a beautiful pink scarf.
I love those wash rags. I always pick some up when I go to craft fairs, but I'm out of them at the moment. Yet another reason to have Needlefingers teach me to knit.
Madretz, I am sorry you lost your knitting mojo. I have to say that big needles are kinda bulky for me to use and I get frustrated too. BTW, my grandmother made me a doll blanket out of granny squares and I love it. Never fear.
Farm Wife, you gotta knit. You have the best teacher around nearby, don't waste that.
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