The good news: I got my invite to Ravelry on Friday afternoon. So far, it’s all it’s cracked up to be . . . yarnernet crack for crafty addicts like me. The bad news: I’m in the middle of preparing for something big work-wise, so I’ve put myself on restriction — no extra playing online. Boo! It’s worse than being the kid with your nose pressed to the candy-store window . . . now I’m allowed in but I have to use my willpower. Being a grown-up sucks!
The one indulgence I am continuing to enjoy is listening to books on tape while knitting. Late last night I finished John Updike’s new novel Terrorist, which I mostly enjoyed. In one respect it was typical Updike, complete with the aging-but-still-sexual New England male, but the homegrown-terrorism aspect of the piece made it feel new and fresh. Last night though, as I got to the final CD, I found myself “pushing through” to get done before bed. Something about sitting and knitting on a Sunday night . . . there has to be some finality to it.
Another thing about the book: I wasn’t wild about the reader. The voice and the words just didn’t seem to mesh together in a way that resonated in my head. Maybe that’s part of the reason I rushed to finish the recording last night . . . I just wanted to stop hearing that voice.
In other knitting news, Updike did get me almost halfway through the fifth and last repeat (at least, the last one I plan to do) of chart two of the Frost Flowers & Leaves shawl. I’ve been knitting so much that my wrists and forearms are sore — now that I’m so far into the project, I feel an incredible momentum behind me.
I also spent Saturday night playing Taboo and Outburst and working on my toe-up socks. And yes, I do think the knitting improved my game!