I’m a little scared to even think these thoughts, on the boasting-leads-to-trouble philosophy, but domestic troubles in the periphery of my acquaintance have me feeling extra-specially-appreciative of The Baron, especially since I am about to have a birthday and he is being ultra-sweet. Everyone has their ups and downs, but he is just so understanding of my oddball (read=yarn-hoarding and occasionally hormonal) ways, and his oddball ways just make me smile. He’s been incredibly supportive about my knitting, in spite of the fact that I flatly refuse to make him anything because I feel, if not superstitious, then respectful of the tradition behind the knitting love curse. He is also supportive in lots of other ways, but it really hit home this morning, when he wanted to take refuge from the extremely loud hedge-trimming right outside our bedroom window by hiding in the guest room, but was prevented from doing so by the abundance of yarn and yarn samples strewn around the room and did not fuss. Enough of that. Just feeling lucky.
Somehow I’ve lost my color cards from Sarah’s Yarns (no fear, I just ordered more) but I’ve been putting my KnitPicks cards to good use and just placed an all-office yarn order. With blanket-squares completed, there is hat-and-bootie-set knitting instruction in my future. I must say I’m pleased to be leading the knitting charge around the office.
I wish I had more news to share — I feel like there is so much going on in my head these days, and I am constantly writing mental blog-posts in the car on the way to work, but by the end of the day it’s all a murky swirl, shifting sands, and it’s hard to know what I mean or what I really want to say. I am excited for the weekend, for the weekend after that, for the holidays, for what next year will bring. Not so excited about coming to work tomorrow to fill my brain with yet another day’s worth of styrofoam and anti-compost, a heap of junk that just won’t bio-degrade. I’ve been complimented, in the past, for acting with a sense of plan and purpose, but I’m starting to believe what I’ve always suspected: that I just fake it really well.
In other exciting news, a few project updates: my stepmom loves both the yarn sample and the pattern for the cardigan I want to knit her, so I’m going to start swatching for that any minute now. My green dishtowel is almost done and I’m going to start a matching one in pink to keep my fingers busy with something small and mindless. The Monkey socks are on the back burner, even though I am still carrying them around everywhere (note to self, take the stupid socks out of your knitting bag!) and the Peacock Feathers shawl is in purgatory after the horror of last weekend.