The overly-relaxing weekend seems to have turned my brain to mush this Monday morning, so that's your advance warning. Read on at your own risk.
Napping 101: I failed
When we got home yesterday, we settled into our Sunday afternoon routine a little too quickly and I was left with that nagging feeling of, it's over, the weekend is over. To avoid said feeling, I decided a three-hour nap was in order. Anyone that knows me well, or admits to it, might be shocked that I even considered slumber during non-traditional sleeping hours. And it was wonderful, until I had to wake up. And I was reminded once again why I don't particularly care for the habit; I was dragging, slouchy and grumpy. I should have stayed awake and watched "Save the Last Dance". That had to have been a better option. Anything had to be a better option.
Knitting: Miracles do happen
Miracles do happen, yes, they do. I cabled. Not only did I cable, but I actually held to a resolution. . . in January none-the-less. All during boring Sunday night televsion, I beamed with pride at the work you see above. (A bit of a glitch in the yarn has created a strange little row, but otherwise, it's wonderful.) That's the start of my first "Fetching" fingerless mitten. I substituted Rowan Yarns Cashsoft Aran at the suggestion of an incredibly helpful person at a knit shoppe nearby. And I love it. So cushy, so soft, so warm. I can't wait to finish them. And that's a pretty little wooden cable needle that I have been dying to use.
I also made it to the Kitchner portion of my Jaywalker Sock. However, I was much too draggy from late nights, uber-long naps and the impending week, so it will have to wait for knit group tonight.
I have also lined up some sock yarn for the closely approaching Project Spectrum. Pretty blues and grays. It's a new yarn for me too, adding to all of the excitement at Chez Ragged. (That's a bit of an overstatement, I am the only one doing a ceremonial yarn dance. Everyone else is just watching and giving me the evil eye.)
Cynical: He must really love me
I recently posted that I had ordered a very fancy, shmancy wooden swift (translation: a yarn toy that helps when winding the pretty stuff into sweet little cakes). My beloved was stumped as what I might be desiring for Valentine's Day, so he asked if the swift could be his way of saying "I love you, here's that contraption you keep mouthing about" come February 14. And, of course, with sweet talk like that, how could I not agree.
This is big news because I had been saving Christmas cash (of which I have spent none, nada) on this. And. . . that frees up a large chunk of my cashola. So, let the daydreaming begin. Any ideas on where I should plop down my holiday money? Suggestions welcomed.
Family: Mind if I nod off during this phone conversation
Both of my siblings live approximately seven hours away. I see them from time-to-time, but just not often enough. All of us have inherited my dad's dislike for talking on the phone, so that means we rarely communicate and it's very sad. However, when we do, it tends to be in marathon sessions covering everything from urban forestry to flipping houses. Prince P called at around 10 Friday night. I am not quite sure why he didn't choose, let's say 8 p.m., but I was glad to talk to him anyway. However, as we approached 1 a.m., my enthusiasm for the conversation may have not been wavering, but my stamina was taking a beating.
The problem with late night phone conversations is that you can't just nod off afterward, you have to ponder what you talk about, share the highlights with your beloved and then drift off recalling the funny or sad parts. I often wish I jotted down notes in my journal, fearing I might forget precious bits of information.
Napping 101: I failed
When we got home yesterday, we settled into our Sunday afternoon routine a little too quickly and I was left with that nagging feeling of, it's over, the weekend is over. To avoid said feeling, I decided a three-hour nap was in order. Anyone that knows me well, or admits to it, might be shocked that I even considered slumber during non-traditional sleeping hours. And it was wonderful, until I had to wake up. And I was reminded once again why I don't particularly care for the habit; I was dragging, slouchy and grumpy. I should have stayed awake and watched "Save the Last Dance". That had to have been a better option. Anything had to be a better option.
Knitting: Miracles do happen
Miracles do happen, yes, they do. I cabled. Not only did I cable, but I actually held to a resolution. . . in January none-the-less. All during boring Sunday night televsion, I beamed with pride at the work you see above. (A bit of a glitch in the yarn has created a strange little row, but otherwise, it's wonderful.) That's the start of my first "Fetching" fingerless mitten. I substituted Rowan Yarns Cashsoft Aran at the suggestion of an incredibly helpful person at a knit shoppe nearby. And I love it. So cushy, so soft, so warm. I can't wait to finish them. And that's a pretty little wooden cable needle that I have been dying to use.
I also made it to the Kitchner portion of my Jaywalker Sock. However, I was much too draggy from late nights, uber-long naps and the impending week, so it will have to wait for knit group tonight.
I have also lined up some sock yarn for the closely approaching Project Spectrum. Pretty blues and grays. It's a new yarn for me too, adding to all of the excitement at Chez Ragged. (That's a bit of an overstatement, I am the only one doing a ceremonial yarn dance. Everyone else is just watching and giving me the evil eye.)
Cynical: He must really love me
I recently posted that I had ordered a very fancy, shmancy wooden swift (translation: a yarn toy that helps when winding the pretty stuff into sweet little cakes). My beloved was stumped as what I might be desiring for Valentine's Day, so he asked if the swift could be his way of saying "I love you, here's that contraption you keep mouthing about" come February 14. And, of course, with sweet talk like that, how could I not agree.
This is big news because I had been saving Christmas cash (of which I have spent none, nada) on this. And. . . that frees up a large chunk of my cashola. So, let the daydreaming begin. Any ideas on where I should plop down my holiday money? Suggestions welcomed.
Family: Mind if I nod off during this phone conversation
Both of my siblings live approximately seven hours away. I see them from time-to-time, but just not often enough. All of us have inherited my dad's dislike for talking on the phone, so that means we rarely communicate and it's very sad. However, when we do, it tends to be in marathon sessions covering everything from urban forestry to flipping houses. Prince P called at around 10 Friday night. I am not quite sure why he didn't choose, let's say 8 p.m., but I was glad to talk to him anyway. However, as we approached 1 a.m., my enthusiasm for the conversation may have not been wavering, but my stamina was taking a beating.
The problem with late night phone conversations is that you can't just nod off afterward, you have to ponder what you talk about, share the highlights with your beloved and then drift off recalling the funny or sad parts. I often wish I jotted down notes in my journal, fearing I might forget precious bits of information.
4 comments:
I had no doubt you would take off like gang-busters on cabling. :)
I think you need new colorful jersey sheets from my favorite French boutique Tar-ghay! Of course, more yarn is something that would be fun to spend your Christmas ducats on.
I love your cabling. Its beautiful and I wish I had one pinkyful of your talent!!! Knit on, baby!!!
I used to be a phone-a-holic, but after years of working in places where I had to be on the phone a lot, I developed phone-phobia! I'm getting better these days, but conversations over about 15-20 minutes make me antsy and I begin pacing. That's why I have a cordless phone! But even with that, calls should be before 9:00 PM!
mmmm...your cable is gorgeous! Having attempted the knitting, I know how big of a deal this is. congratulations!!
Jimmy's cousin is the same way with super long converstations. I don't know how he does it. Becuase I'll talk to him for a good 2 hours then hand the phone to Jimmy and they'll talk for no less than 3 more hours. A few times they've had marathon 5 hour conversations. Oh, and he rarely calls before 10pm, too. Luckily they're both insomniacs and I get to talk to him first. :)
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