Languidly Knitting

This is my very last purchase of yarn until December. At that time, I hope I will have completed a semester of course work at college, so I can reward myself with the Patternworks year-end sale.

(It’s Fleece Artist Somoko in Ruby. Click on the picture to see the lovely variation of red.)

I’ve been getting rid of yarn, too. Some going to charity, some destashed on Ravelry, some even knitted up. I’ve got so much yarn and so much just plain stuff that I feel overwhelmed. My desk is always cluttered, my room always disorganized, my closet always a mess.

I feel rather as if I were drowning when I’m in my house. My impulse to buy and buy more is making me miserable instead of helping me feel better. Retail therapy does not work for me (though your results may vary).

So. Maybe I’ll try the opposite. I’ll give stuff away.

Up for grabs: Cherry Tree Hill Supersock Thin, Zen String Harmony Fingering, and 4 balls of Habu Silk Wool A-113

Leave a comment and I’ll draw three names from those (possibly the whole of my readership). Comments will be closed Saturday, April 19. Comments have been closed.

*The amount of yarn currently in my stash. Guh.

No more need be said.

No knitting today, but still, a cute picture at the end.

My life has been crazy in the past two weeks. I started two new jobs, one for a large tax preparation company* which shall not be named (hint: their color is green) and another for a brand new to St. Louis restaurant chain that boasts from-scratch food and a microbrewery inside (you can figure that one out if you’re from the northern mid-west).

Unfortunately, this past weekend my body/immune system decided it’d had enough of the 12-hour work days and tossing-and-turning nights. Two words for what happened–one innocuous by itself, the other so evil scientists cannot decide whether it can be classified as “alive”–two words that, when put together, are so insidious that one cannot think upon it without shuddering: stomach virus.

I’m mostly better now, though, as I can actually eat things without feeling like my digestive tract is imploding.

And, as promised, a cute picture. Click to see the full one.

My boyfriend and I have a hedgehog named Xanderby now.

And that’s it until I finish a pair of socks.

*If you have tax questions, you can ask in the comments. I like to think I’m pretty knowledgeable.

Combine one bonehead moment, a couple of mouse clicks, and ignorance of MySQL databases.  There, you have the recipe for a disappeared blog.