November 27, 2009

Quiet Time

 Some stress is going around here,  ripping through the house like  a flu bug and flattening everything in its wake, throwing off reaction times, and messing with peoples ability to shrug off difficulties without tears or frustrations.   (Difficulties like having a big hole in the house - though the contractor's finally back today and Joe's taken a day off work to do something mysterious about "getting the house jacked up", which I don't understand and don't want to, considering the aforementioned stress.  I do know that he is using it in a way that the Urban Dictionary does not, and that their page was less than helpful. I digress.) As always, I'm fixing stress the way I always do.  I'm thinking about making soup and banana bread, and I'm knitting more than most people do.  (Present company excepted.) Actually, while I'm knitting more than most people do, considering that most people don't knit at all,  I'm probably knitting less than you, since coping with stress has me doing more thinking about knitting than actual knitting.  Fantasizing really.

This here's the Swirl Scarf... mostly stalled out as I await delivery on a ball of yarn I need to finish. The pattern called for two, I needed three, likely because I ignored gauge every way that it was possible for a person to do so.  I don't even know if my gauge on this one is okay, because I. Didn't. Check.   Mostly, scarves fall into my "who cares" category of gauge.  How could a scarf not fit - therefore... who cares? Turns out I do.  Different gauge means different amount of yarn, which means me sitting around waiting for the postie to deliver what I need to finish which is bloody infuriating because I have no one to blame but myself, because I knew I only had two balls, I knew the pattern said that it took exactly all of two balls and then I ignored gauge.  Nothing worse than a problem you created for yourself that you can't blame anyone else for.  I hate that.

Unsatisfied by that (considering the aforementioned yarn shortage) I've worked on the current socks in progress

Trudging along exactly the way that socks should,

and just to keep things interesting, I started the snowflake scarf I've imagined and charted -

-although it turns out that I'm not smart enough for my own plan- since I need a quiet uninterrupted environment to execute it, and that simply isn't where I live right now.  (Says she, as the sound of a band saw drifts up from the basement...) Maybe these things together are the reason that I keep finding myself back in the stash, looking for something else... 

Or maybe that's because my office is trashed, which puts the stash in the kitchen where I can see it. (The heart wants what the heart sees. Also, it temporarily looks like I have a hoarding problem.)

In other news,  I think I got Christmas figured out.  Everyone's getting these.   

Posted by Stephanie at November 27, 2009 3:40 PM