I've been playing hooky from being a grown up and was at the beach. Hey, I earned a vacation and just because I am screwing up the vacation plan by being unemployed in the middle of the year doesn't mean I don't get to slip away and not think about work stuff.
So I'm back and I'm being responsible. I've started doing some contract work for a local university and while it SO isn't what I like to do, it is income. For a few months anyway.
The interesting part is that I'll be working from home. I'm not all that sure that it is a good idea since I get distracted easily (Have you seen my knitting habits? You think those are any different than how I am with all things?) I might have to set up some kind of routine where I leave the house everyday like I'm going to an office and work that way, I can go hang out in the lobby of the university.
The Yarn Harlot was here the other day and I was really looking forward to seeing her and getting my book signed but I had a last-minute meeting with the university which messed up my schedule (Can't leave dogs without potty opportunity at certain times of the day. They are very used to our schedule.) and then when it took me forever to get home from the meeting my plans to have knitterly fun were ruined.
So I'm pouting a little about that and am trying to console myself with knitting victories.
After much heartbreak, tears, screaming at the gods, and a little help from a fabulous knitting goddess at Coastal Yarns, I have finally finished the ballet wrap sweater for my Aunt. It cheered me a little that my knitting goddess had to read the pattern outloud about 6 times herself to fully grasp what should be done. With her help I was able to chart the pieces which had given me grief.
Here is the back and the two wicked fronts that nearly drove me to drinking.
The pattern was from Interweave Knits and you can clearly see my mangled copy. That is what happens when you clutch something and cry into it. You can also see the book of soduku puzzles that I distracted myself with when the knitting got to be too much. Let it be noted that I have graduated to the expert level puzzles. These were less frustrating than knitting the fronts on the sweater.
The yarn I used was something I picked up on sale when Knit Picks was clearing out their yarn inventory to make room for their own lines. It is Reynolds Andean Alpaca Regal, an alpaca/wool blend in a lovely heathery grey. It holds up too. I ripped out one front and reknit 5 or 6 times and it did great. It started to untwist a little but not much more.
The sleeves are blocking. I don't think the curl will be eliminated much and may just go ahead and finish the sweater without blocking. Does that shock anyone? Has lightening struck anyone when they didn't block? Seriously, will it make the sweater look worse if I don't block it?
More pictures since I haven't posted in eons.
A little stash enhancement. I mean it is rude to go into a yarn store and not buy something, right? A few skeins of Socks That Rock. One skein for me and two candy-colored (I believe they are called Sherbert) skeins that will make some cute child's sweater. Hey, it is washable so I think sock yarn makes fantastic kid projects.
And then, just because we can't go too long without a doggie picture, this is Sandy.
I am dogsitting Sandy for my Mom. She is a lot of fun to have around the house because she is more doggy-like than my beloved greyhounds. She wags her tail and barks hello. And she has the best muzzlepuff of any pookie I know. If you don't frequent Cute Overload then you don't know that muzzlepuffs are the soft cheeks around the mouth. Sandy's are soft, whiskery and getting grey. And she likes to softly run them over my face.
We loves Sandy.
And then, because I was feeling frisky with the camera (I had just put in new batteries) I took a quick shot of my kid-yarn-impending-project stash. It isn't the only source but it is the bulk of yarn for these kinds of projects. I'm starting to email people I worked with 5 years ago that had a baby a year ago to see if they will let me knit for their kids.
I'm starting to sound pathetic.
Someone give me a job to stop this madness!