September 25, 2007

A woman on the edge

1. Ever since I came back from my trip and found this book in the bathroom:


I have had an impending sense of doom and spotty internet service. Joe has "tweaked" the router into absolute uselessness. (He has also asked me for my "system disks" so that he can "improve" something on my laptop. I'm no idiot. He's not touching anything until the book is done.) Just when I am about to beat it to a thousand tiny pieces with the blunt end of a hockey stick, the thing springs to life, delivers mail and blogs for mere moments before doing the electronic version of fainting dead away.

2. This is making me insane.

3. I have mere days to finish the book, and am alternately cackling that I am so close to the end, and sobbing that I still have so far to go. I have no idea how it always comes down to this. I am a bright, reasonable woman who has been down this path before. How do I manage to let the whole thing come down to such a wild place that I am yelling "do you want another piece of crazy pie? Just keep it up!" at my family.

4. Knitting socks is keeping me from slipping away into absolute senselessness.


Finished. The Wollmeise socks ( yarn from the Loopy Ewe, but I don't think she has any right now. She's sneaky though.) I think it's "spice market" that I had.


My basic sock recipe, 2.25mm needles. Very pleased. Very pleased indeed.

5. I started another pair. I don't know how I think knitting works, but it is entirely possible that my fixation with finishing the book is leading to fixations with finishing other things, and when these were not instantly finished...


I thought about snipping them up with a sharp pair of pinking shears for daring to take a reasonable amount of time.
(They are too pretty though. Yarn is from Hazel Knits, with the very clever name "Sailors Delight". Pattern is the ubiquitous monkeys. (Except I added a picot edge)

6. The house is trashed, but someone who is not writing a book needs to clean it up.

7. There is nobody who agrees with me that the house is trashed who is not writing a book. I have no idea how you can not see that this place is trashed, but this family has dirt immunity or something.

8. This is making me insane.

9. The garter stitch jacket is almost done. I still love it, but am harbouring some resentment that it is not finished as well. Maybe I only like finished things right now. (Maybe that explains why the kids are driving me wild.)

10. This may be a theme until the book is finished. Must go drink coffee now. Book waiting.

PS. For reasons I don't understand at all (because when I load my own blog, I see pretty red monkey socks) some of you are saying you see tattooed ladies. I don't know why. I choose to blame the router. I'm going to place the picture here again.......


Better? I swear. Doesn't technology save us SO MUCH TIME.

Posted by Stephanie at September 25, 2007 1:23 PM