Wool + summer heat x humidity = on hold
Startitis makes its way around to most of us who knit or crochet or sew or… at some point or another. I’d been doing reasonably well, with a tobegiftedbefore Christmas gift on the needles waiting for it to cool down some, a lace project that I lost interest in but want to finish, another gift whose deadline won’t be met, and a sock that’s just too complicated for me right now (and will likely be frogged) in the works.
I was making progress on the gift I want to finish, but it is just complicated enough that it won’t make a good travel project, so I cast on TWO travel projects last night. You know, because I’d had THREE FOs in the past five days? Some of you understand that logic, and the rest of you just have far more discipline than I do. I only like algebra and calculus in the math world, so don’t try adding and subtracting; it won’t come out right, but trust me… I actually got an “A” in logic and in ethics (both ironically required subjects for a philosophy major), so somehow, it does work in knitters math.
The sock that probably won't be...
My sock mojo has wandered away again, and has been replaced by have cloth, will travel mojo. I’ve never really enjoyed cloths asides from their instant gratification abilities, but here lately, I’m liking them more and more. Crazy that, huh? I know some of you always have cloths on the needles, but I have historically been a travel sock or simple lace wrap kind of girl.
Now, I’m sure that in time, the cotton will be too hard on my hands and I’ll move on to something else, but in the meantime, I’ll knock out several little gifts, since y’all have been good enough to send cloths to stock my linen closet (um, well, linen basket, because I think I’ve already confessed that my main linen closet became my fiber arts library, right?) for the Knight. Thank you, thank you, because that also means I’m under no pressure at all and can quit on the cloths whenever I want without sentencing the Knight to commercial terry cloths. (The horrors!)
What did I cast on? Well, I don’t have photos, and my fellow Rav-stalkers already know, but I couldn’t resist the Muguets Cloth (scroll down to Expert, click, and then scroll down for the English version), which will go with some nice soap as a belated gift to my mother.
Anita also reminded me yesterday that there’s a baby due in about five weeks for whom I need to get knitting. Big brother to this little one got a blankie and a hat, so I need to knit on! I chose Savta’s Shell Pattern Afghan, in part because of the sweet story, and because I think it works up nicely in a variegated yarn. Ann helped me select some Berroco Comfort for the project, because with this being the second baby in less than two years, my girlfriend doesn’t need to worry about special care for handknits, even though I know she and her darling husband thoroughly appreciate them.
Almost all grown up
I also failed earlier to note that our baby girl is almost not a baby anymore, although I called Mugsy my baby right up through his death. Today is Lady Gretchen Greer’s 11-month birthday. (No, that’s not her registered name, but I sure wish it was.) Never has there been a better, more delightful puppy, ever. While we needed Sissy’s silly, wild antics to combat our grief (upon grief , one death after another), Gretchen’s bubbly but always polite mannerisms continue to warm our hearts too.
I just have to caution everyone who doesn’t know many Jack Russell Terriers or Parson Terriers (AKC), because she isn’t the norm. She is very high energy, but she will let her “zoomies” carry her through the house, lap after lap (with MUCH bigger Sissy at her heels) if she has excess energy built up, whereas at her age, Mugsy often had me in tears and I took up running again just to make him a happy, almost well-behaved dog. She has plenty of that terrier spunk, but she’s just so sweet about expressing it.
Sissy says she still loves Lexi-Beastie
While I’m babbling away and eating up your blog-reading time, I should also report that the car shopping is over. No, there’s no purchase to announce. I realized yesterday that I am stressing myself and the Knight out with my rather manic, OCD approach to shopping. Around the same moment, it suddenly dawned on me that some friends from my childhood own and operate a service center that is a certified Lexus repair center, so tomorrow, Beastie goes to the doctor. Not so long ago, we loved Beastie (aka: Lexi). Maybe if we can correct a few of her issues for a reasonable price, we can continue on with the plan to see her to at least 100,000 miles. In the meantime, we can casually explore auto options in as non-psycho of a fashion as I can manage. I’ve heard rumors that some of you actually enjoy test driving vehicles and even do so when you aren’t IN the midst of a hunt for the next ride!
Phew. That almost catches us up. I still have a new FO to share and I completely overlooked the last shipment of the shared Wollmeise sock club, but we’ll save those for another day.