stitch marker

a short break on the walk home from the bus

"If you are walking? With your eyes closed? You have to watch out where you're going."

fair along

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february lady sweater

Going great. I've done 11 lace repeats of a potential 20, then I'll get back to the sleeves.

I soooo won't have enough yarn.  Just one more 280-yard ball after this one. So on Monday I'll be heading to Knit/Purl for more of this Schaefer Miss Priss (the colorway is called Margo Jones.) Don't you head over there for it! I need it!

firm gauge

They look a little surprised to be finished.

These are Sebastian's "lellow, green, orange, red and brown socks." I think the ShibuiKnits Sock in Autumn covered those bases.

Now, can you see the mistake? It's a stupid one that luckily didn't cause much trouble so I left it in. Only the sock geeks among us could spot it. And Donovan, no fair guessing, you where there. ;-)

the many starts

So many things begun and not finished, and no sense of closure for me or for you. I imagine you must wonder, sometimes, about that...thing...I started a month or two ago that you never saw again. Or maybe that's pure vanity and you've forgotten everything no sooner than you surfed away. Most likely.

While I run I imagine I will blog captivatingly about it. About how my knitting charm on my bracelet is always bumping my hand. I keep sliding it back toward my wrist and like a Brazil nut it keeps rising to the top and bothering me. The knitting just keeps pecking at my hand, peck, peck, peck.

I miss my dog, and her bony yet soft head. I ran a 5K the other day called the Doggie Dash, and I had so hoped she'd make it to that run. There were a lot of dogs there, confused and lunging at one another at the crowded start line. What are we doing here?!!! Then we started running and it was even worse! But we soon evened out and the dogs calmed down. I wondered, as I passed people (mostly walkers or the infirm) whether I could count their dogs as a roadkill too.*

I'm knitting several things right now. Mostly Sebastian's other sock and the February Lady Sweater in some gorgeous orange yarn that Martin finds unspeakably ugly. Thank you, Pam, this pattern is making me so happy.

I have about 10 other projects sitting, and I guess you may be able to tell I'm both completely blase about them and would like passionately for them to be finished. I think it might be good to rip out everything I'm not really going to finalize. Start fresh. I hadn't thought of that until just now. I could have all my needles back! My room is a mess again, and that doesn't help my inspiration. I need help from an organized friend who will sit here and make me clean.

And finally, working on a book idea and pulling all that together. Wondering if it's absolutely stunning or totally stupid. And wondering what I'm going to do to survive the adorable but mind numbing "why"s. Why is this our house? Why does the earth turn to night? Why is the car locked. Our favorite so far was to Martin:

Why do you have that face?


* Note: Roadkill is Hood to Coast language for passing another runner. Teams put hash marks on their vans for how many other runners they pass.