Commercial break
Posted by Lanea on Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
Can’t talk: watching curling!
I am writing during commercial breaks. Running up and down the steps over and over again so you, Gentle Reader, don’t think I’ve fallen off the planet. Really, I’ve fallen into a long-awaited winter. An Olympic Winter, no less. I’m absolutely chuffed.
It snowed! It finally snowed!
Kayo needs snow. And sticks.
And the fetching thereof:
Followed by the peaceful contemplation:
And finally, the willful destruction of the beloved object:
Adopting a snow dog forced me to expand my concept of snowy splendor. I liked the snow when it was pristine. I loved it when it was churned by hundreds of Kayo prints. It’s mostly melted now. I hope it snows twice as hard this week. Fingers crossed.
In addition to the snowing, we have Olympic knitting in process. I swatched last week:
Notice the squared-off end? I swatched and then frogged and started over, just like the good little participant I am. Unfortunately, that stupid job of mine kept me from starting until 5:00 pm on Friday, dag nabbit. But I love Kiri, and the yarn I’m using:
The shawl is 22 inches from point to center now. I hope I can finish on time.
The biggest obstacle is my other feat. Like some rare Olympians, I am a multi-sport maniac. In addition to knitting, I am also switching office space with my husband. Who is the best man in the world, you know. He offered and offered to trade spaces, and I asked over and over again to see if he was sure, and I finally cracked. I now have a studio more than twice the size of the one I had on Thursday. But she is disheveled:
Ok, stop looking. It’s embarrassing.
And it’s driving me mad. Knitting Olympics plus new studio equals Crazier-than-Usual-Lanea. Don’t mind the barking. Things are a bit better than this now, but my progress was slowed when I had the audacity to plug in a vacuum on Sunday and blew out half of the power in the house. Suffice it to say, we really did buy this place from idiots. A very nice electrician from Pittsburgh (Yay Steelers) made everything (electrical) right again Monday afternoon, and explained how much we’d need to replace to make sure everything stayed operative. Anyway, I lack the necessary storage to make the office right, so there is another Ikea death-march in my future. Until then, sate yourself with this yarn porn:
Nice, eh? You wanna see up close, don’t you? You naughty knitter–I know what you like.
A whole cubic foot of beautiful wool, some of it hand-painted, some of it discontinued, all of it right there. So much yarn that it can be turned over my head without risk of any of it escaping the basket, like a well-whipped mess of egg whites. Ok, that would not be a hot analogy to most people, would it? Anyway, you want more? I’ve got more:
A bouquet of hand-painted and hand-spun beauties. Classy but surprisingly attainable, right there at my finger-tips. And handmade bobbins, all sitting on a hand-woven bit of heaven. I know you want them. They know you want them. Get in line, sister. Cuz those girls are all mine.
Oh, I know. You want to see what’s in the other basket, don’t you. The shy one. The tease. Fine, but that’s it. From here on out, sweetie, you’ve gotta pay.
More hand-paints, and some alpaca blends, and all sorts of other delicious goodies. Mmmmmmm mmmmmmm MMMMMMM. I need me some more of that kinda love.
Back to Kiri. And curling. And another Ikea death march.
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