Where do the weekends go?

If someone has the answer, please enlighten me as I would really like to know. And while you’re at it, see if you can figure out what happens to all the weeks…

I think they’re all mashed up together in a drain somewhere like so many over-stuffed threadbare couches, popping at the seams and spitting coils at odd angles through the worn patches.

Emily thinks I’m crazy. =D

So, I still have most of a paper to write for Tuesday. Have I mentioned before that I am the slowest writer on the face of the planet? I don’t think this one will be too bad…once I get into it a little bit. I’ve been feeling lethargic and headache-y all day, though, and it’s kind of difficult to do work when you inevitably end up staring lifelessly at this:

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Handknit socks drying in the breeze.

Yes, that is an Annie Hubbard in the upper right left-hand corner. Yes, my desk is completely covered with crap, as shown at the very bottom. The worst part? No. Words. Appear. The computer screen rots my brain as I glaze over and discover (as I do every day and forget) that I can’t hold more than a single cup of tea in my body at once.

I have minimal knitting time…and no finishing time. There are at least four projects sitting in the sidelines waiting for minimal seaming/blocking/fixing, and they are stressing me out almost as much as my classes. And some of these projects aren’t even mine. D= It’s hard to finish anything though, when you barely get more than a row of knitting done in one sitting. Someday you’ll see a finished project that is not a sock.

In the meantime though, my minimal progress on the second Hedera.

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To fool you…

Into thinking I’m finishing things. Really? I’ve been caught by a rather severe case of “startitis”. Read the Yarn Harlot’s second book for reference and a definition.

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Sarcelle, in midnight blue.

I am in love with this pattern. The moment I saw it, I knew that I had to make it. Amazingly, it is as much fun as it is beautiful. There is patterning on every row, but it is easy enough that I’ll be able to carry it around without a chart. (Row eight may prove to be the exception, as it involves working across stitches made in the backward-loop cast-on. ick. Not really difficult, but it requires sight.)

Additional evidence of Startitis will remain undisclosed for the time, but it is here. Lurking in the corners, it is monitoring my every move. Devouring words before they hit the page, drinking my tea, strategically placing yarn and needles in my working space…

Oh, and Emily? I know that you are a Yarn Duck and are therefore immune to the negative side effects of Startitis, however I would appreciate if you would refrain from mucking about in it when we visit the yarn store. A little bit of that stuff goes a looong way…

7 Responses to “Where do the weekends go?”

  1. Pengie Says:

    I have that green lamp.

    Just thought you should know that!

  2. Dog Momster Says:

    purty pattern! almost dragonfly-like/butterfly/flowerish at the same time, yet, … somehow, not. As tough to describe as if it were the mottled, ever-changing patterns of sunlight through spring trees…

  3. sheep Says:

    gah mouse i know how you feel.

    i made pete some socks.

    guess how many ends there are to weave in in each sock?

    just guess.

    52.

    per sock. he keeps saying “they look done, aren’t they done?”.

    they’re not. they never will be. i will die with the tapestry needle clutched to my chest.

  4. Lairi Says:

    At least we have lofts now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111

  5. Pengie Says:

    SQUEAK!!!

  6. froogy Says:

    grok grok. Wilma says, “Hi Mousey!” grok grok.

  7. Pooh Says:

    Care instructions for hand-knit socks:

    Wash by moonlight w/ cold-water and mildest detergent or fairy-dust.

    Dry by twinkling Christmas lights and computer screen. (Words on screen optional).

    P.S. I now have a skein of beach-colored Trek xxl and the sock book!

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