I’m sure you all realize by now (if you did not before) that you will be receiving partially completed gifts come morning.

I’m sure you also all know exactly what you’re getting.  Maybe in a few years I’ll actually be discreet, but for now…

Just keeping up with tradition.

Much love,

Mouse

P.S. to all, and especially to cousin Val, “trombone” in French means both “trombone” and “paperclip” in English.  *giggle giggle snort*.  “Someone” obviously needs to sleep, and that “someone”’s got large fuzzy ears and a tail. Maybe some whiskers and a set of needles going *clickclick* in her tired little paws…

It might be fun to be a bee, but at least this way I get to play with silk.

I was terribly excited to finish this tonight. To try it on and to dance around and listen to Ani Difranco and Sunny Day Real Estate and finish my xmas knitting. I rushed out to the store at approximately 8 and bought a large quantity (6 yards for various purposes) of interfacing at a 50% discount. The ladies who were working were extremely nice, and I had a sympathetic conversation or two about holiday hours.

I walked out to the car, still smiling, got in, and drove home. It took me to past the halfway point to realize that I still need a zipper. DKSJLFZSKLFJFdnsfkljdskljaljfddlksjdskljsdaLFKJ.

How do you wear one of these things? (Quack quack!!)

Ah, got it, got it. Human hands.

These have been done for two days.  I really wanted to make them with a feather and fan pattern but they would have been too big.  They are still pretty in the stockinette, though.  Because I did not switch needle sizes for the ribbing, they curl a bit at the hand ends and thumbs. I know the person they are for probably does not care, but I think I might take out the ribbing and redo it on a smaller needle. Hello, I think I’ll do that at work.

At work where she buys yarn. (Emily) 

Okay, that was NOT my fault.  It is quite necessary for something.  A very very worthy cause.  (Mountain Colors Bearfoot in Deep Grape).  I promise.  Old friends get presents when they need them.

When will it all end??

Got a minute?? Good. Please go and read the Yarn Harlot’s post entitled The Return of the Light. I want to emphasize that I am not trying to pressure anyone into giving, but I do want to spread the word. If you can give even $5, the effect will be enormous. Look at the total in the sidebar…

I gave my bit today. I’ll not be spending as much time in the coffee shop for the rest of break, nor shall I be buying yarn (exceptions made for a small gift to myself, and something for an old friend who is sick) for a while. We’ll talk about Knit From Your Stash 2007 tomorrow…

Anyway. Give if you can, but no pressure if you can’t. Knitters, you amaze me. (And thank you Stephanie for all your efforts.)

Gift knitting…

I find trees to be ridiculously distracting. With the resulting consequence that I sometimes run into things…

I know, I know, everyone is showing tree pictures right now.

I love having a tree in the house. And tree smell. I am also glad that I don’t have a cat to knock it over.

Now that this is over:

My weekend…

Yes, indeed. People’s leftover food in the dressing rooms, costumes out of place, paper bags up against light fixtures, PLASTIC BAGS MELTED TO CURLING IRONS…

Okay, if you promise not to tell them, I don’t really mind so much. I mean, I would rather not clean up someone’s old food, but it’s all part of the process. I expect it, as I am sure they expect my little speeches in which I rave endlessly about my disgust, their messiness, my refusal to clean up their trash (which I’ll do regardless), and the fact that we are not their mothers. (Not that their mothers should have to clean up after them either…) And then I tell them how wonderful they are, and that the show is beautiful, and to break their legs, and that I love them.

It’s all true. I miss this job so much.

On another note, Emily is keeping a close watch on this sock.

Doesn’t it look sneaky?? For some reason, socks-in-progress have an extremely animate attitude about them. An awareness that most non-living objects lack entirely. It looks like it’s about to scuttle away and lodge itself unforgivingly in a dusty corner-lair-place so it can lie in wait for a darning needle to hop by. Then, I think it’s going to lasso the needle with its working end and devour it with an unreasonable degree of satisfaction.

But that’s just me.

Finished back (folded), and the beginnings of sleeves.

Maybe I should be finishing my gift knitting instead of making myself a sweater.  On the other hand, it is 2:30 AM and I should be sleeping.  I guess it’s all the same in the end.