I do knit...see?! Lace cuff anklets socks from the Interweave Socks book. I changed out the toe and made a round toe instead of the whatever toe because I don't think I have the mental capacity to understand kitchener. I meant to do a short row heal for kicks and giggles, but I forgot and just started working away on the ... whatever this heal is called. Geez, it's too late for me to be writing.
Anyway, pardon my craptastic photoshopping. I wanted to make the background the same as the blog background, but I think it would be in my best interest to get some sleep tonight. I haven't used Photoshop in months and its one of those things you lose if you don't use. So I'm trying to make myself use it more often.
I also finished this hat for my father's Christmas present.
It's from Knitting the Easy Way. I did it out of
some Plymouth yarn I got in Arizona. I'm sure there's a ball band here somewhere. There must be cuz ball bands cover every flat surface here in Casa de Crazy. I woke up one morning with one stuck to my face. Better than a knitting needle I guess. Also better than the time I woke up tangled in yarn. Me, yarn and bedtime knitting are not a good combo.
The hat was easy enough, although I sort of lost my focus on the last cable rows. Dark yarn is my friend.
This is some of Mary Kay's lush-ous yarn. I heart it with a mighty glee. Can't wait to wind it up and knit some socks. Was searching for patterns this weekend and haven't found just the one yet, but I'm sure I will. This color is called Fall Back and I can't wait to have it on my tootsies. Nancy, I'm still blaming you for this insidious sock addiction.
This Sunday marks the first day of the Big Clear Out. My friend Priscilla is coming over to help me make sense of all the crap in the Casa. I swear, I live in a Michael's outlet.
I was feeling kind of down and bound lately, not really able to do any of the projects I want to do because everything is in such disarray. You know how it is when you want to start working on jewelry, but you don't want to get the stuff out because it's all too much and then you have a project you want to sew but you can't because the table is covered in crap and there's no where for it to go because you have 92 billion overflowing baskets of yarn all over and you just bought some really cool baskets to paint and golly, remember lanyards? Weren't they fun? Why did I ever stop making lanyards?
You get the picture.
Anyway, I was talking to my therapist a friend who suggested that perhaps I feel all ungh! because my home lacks order. And that is totally true. I'm used to carving out little niches here and there and then, when I'm distracted by something bright and shiny, I leave old project where it is (because I'll be right back) to work on new. I'm a big ole project ho. Which is better than being a projects ho, but still, nothing to write home about.
All this to say, thank God for Priscilla who will drag me kicking, screaming and crying big crocodile tears out of chaos and into order. It can't be pretty.