Wednesday, May 31, 2006
I'm so tired I can hardly see straight. As it comes down to the wire in these last two weeks of school, I feel as though everything is due at once, though truth be told it's my own fault for not planning. I won't blame the lovely pink yarn I'm knitting into slippers for my mom. Or the fantastic new sock pattern I'm almost done knitting a "run through" on. It's not the yarn's fault. It can't help itself, and the pattern didn't ask to be so fabulous. So tonight I will study the lymphatic system and the acid-base balance until I'm blue in the face. And then I will knit. Because that seems to be the most logical way to handle the irritating final and lab test I have tomorrow. I won't even glance at the self-patterning sock yarn my beloved best friend dropped off in the passenger seat of my truck this morning. She doesn't understand why, but she know's I went NUTS over the fact that it was on clearance for 2.49/50g and was lamenting the fact that I was so poor I couldn't pay attention, so she went behind my back and bought me SIX balls! She even had a coupon for 25% off the clearance so she basically got a ball for FREE! And then promptly dumped it unceremoniously in my truck after her appointment in my office this morning. All she asked for was one pair of socks. DONE! She says, "Go do your knit thing with this but get a good grade on your final first!" I almost cried. God, I'm a dork.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I love the wall. For the longest time I was upset because nobody reads my blog. I kept blogging to the wall. Then I thought, so what? Is that really the measure of a blog? Isn't a blog really just a journal online rather than in a book? It would still be nice to have knitterly friends to converse with but as long as I can express my love of yarn I'm okay with just talking to the wall. The wall understands and it loves me anyhow.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Yep, it's that awkward time again. You know, that time during your weight loss that you're too small for your old size but still an inch too big to wear that next size down (well, you COULD wear it but you'd be sportin' some major muffin-top.) So far I've lost 70lbs. I know that's a major feat and some girls would KILL to be able to say that, but for me it's not even half way (another 15 and I'll be half-way.) I am proud of myself, don't get me wrong, but it's still so frustrating to see pictures of me pre-kids and then look at myself in the mirror. My husband's great about it. He thinks I'm gorgeous (HE says) no matter what size, but honestly he's secretly thrilled that I'm getting back down to my "normal" size. I'm actually aiming for a few sizes smaller than the size I was. I used to be a comfortable size 10 and I'm aiming for more of a 5 or 6, 8 tops. Of course my husband balks at the idea of my being that thin ( he likes me "thick"), but I told him I'll have more muscle-to-fat than previous so I'll be WAY hotter than I was even when I was a firefighter. He still doesn't like it but he'll adjust. I told him it's actually more economical. See, the way I see it 1) Knitting smaller sizes requires less yarn. 2) Less room taken up by me=more room for stash enhancement, thus further reduction of heating/cooling costs. 3) Less of me means smaller grocery bill (this also means more money available for stash enhancement but we don't need to tell him that. What he doesn't miss won't hurt the stash!) The list goes on but you get the gist of it.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I'm almost there. I really am. It's right around the corner....I just know it is. This is what I keep telling myself when I'm about 13 miles into a 15 mile run. And I actually WANT to run 26.2 miles. Just for the fun of it. My best friend and I plan to run the 2007 Cincinnati Flying Pig next year and quite frankly although I should be worried about how I'm going to fit in time for training with transferring to a new school and probably starting a new job,.....all I can think is "Do you think the race officials would be offended if I took along a sock project in my GoKnit bag?" and "I should probably use wooden needles to lower the risk of injury to myself and others."
I'm not weird though, I swear. You understand........don't you?
I'm not weird though, I swear. You understand........don't you?
Monday, May 22, 2006
I love to knit. Let me repeat that. I LOVE to knit. Not in the vague sense that most Americans use the word, but in the deep, obsessive way that it should be. I can't get enough of it. Let's start with the yarn. I love all of it(with few exceptions). I consider myself an equal oppurtunity fiber employer. I love the idea of it, the butterflies in my stomach when I pull into the lys parking lot, the feel of the hanks as I run my hands over them, the smell, everything. I think about the warm needles in my hands and the soft yarn running over them when I should be working or listening to an instructor, or developing my pictures for my portfolio, or taking a test ( I will be doing that shortly, I swear). Somehow, the whole experience just got in my system and I can't get it out. I'm on some sort of meth-like yarn high. I dream about it,talk about it incessantly to the amusement and later annoyance of those around me. I embarass my husband by knitting at resturaunts (I've never minded a 20-30 min wait since). I fascinate my pastors wife with whatever I'm working on before the service starts ( she really dug my first pair of socks..little does she know she has a pair just for her soon to be on the needles). I have identified my husband, brother, and all other male friends and family as card carrying members of T.A.K.E (see Stephanie Pearl-McPhee's book Yarn Harlot for information on this organization and methods of spotting their clever operatives) I think I've spent every free moment since my addiction first began combing through magazines, yarn, and patterns books just to feed the beast. I have to have at least one magazine near me or one pattern near me at all times or withdrawal tremors begin. I want to go all the way. I want to do sweaters with complicated Intarsia and Fair Isle patterns, I want to do lace shawls and I want to spin my own yarns and then hand dye them. If I didn't love medicine so much I'd abandon my career in surgery to raise sheep in New Zealand ( don't laugh, you know you want to) I thought in the beginning this was just a phase and it would get weaker and fade but it only grows stronger the more I get into it. I can't explain to non-knitting folk just how magical it is to pick out a yarn,and a pattern (in whichever order) and sit down with a lovely set of needles to begin to create.God understands, he's a knitter you know (...you created my innermost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.....) how can I argue with it when the Father himself is sitting there needles in hand knitting every little one coming to this world? That settles it.I will give in to the magic of the yarn. I will enhance the stash while still keeping the bills paid( I do have two kids to think of) and I will not back down from the next challenge. Today it's toe-up socks, then a bag with aran cables, then a skirt, then a sweater....then the world! I just wish I had some yarny friends to share my love with. As it stands, my three friends that I talk to (did I mention that surgeon's aren't very well understood?) just don't get it. I need yarn companionship,even if it's only to sit and knit together or email and exchange love of yarn. I wish I could find them.