Why is there a fruit fly in my yarn room? It’s not a moth; that much is okay. OH GOD, what if it IS a moth, and I just don’t know what one looks like? Need more cedar in here.
I am a little angsty today. Still haven’t sold the condo, NEED to sell it, though, and we have an HOA meeting coming up on Wednesday, and that alone is enough to jangle my nerves. I hate the meetings. I really do. With every fiber of my being (and my yarn room), I hate the meetings. I feel like a very grown-up girl for having been the one to schedule this one, and I have to do some things for it today. Sigh.
Also, while Stitches was fantastic and all that, I’ve been having some awkward knitting mojo. I must have used all my mojo up with Jeanie.
I bought a pattern at Stitches which was so badly written I ended up making myself a frilled collar yesterday instead of a sleeve. Dude, since when is 200 be divisable by 7? That was the first instruction — I should have given up then. Reading further on, it told me pick up stitches around the neck, back and fronts. IT GAVE NO INSTRUCTIONS FOR FRONTS. I don’t think it actually HAS fronts, as the collar is kind of the front of it, hard to explain, but don’t write it like that, please. Pity, because I really want to make the pattern, but now I won’t. Might futz with my own version of it, though…. (Don’t worry, it’s not an available pattern yet, and I’ll email the designer. You are in no danger.)
I started to wind the yarn for that Shelridge Farm kit. The two black skeins almost kilt me, I swear. Lala came home from her comic-book convention to find me on the floor in the kitchen (the best light), trying to untangle the Skein That Would Not Be Untangled. I was swearing at all the animals who thought it was THE BEST GAME EVAR and trying not to cry. I wanted to cast on right that moment and I wouldn’t be denied. (Damn Claritin. I always have a Claritin meltdown on the days I give in and take it.)
I said, "I hate all the animals! None of them are helping! And it’s so dirty down here on the floor!"
She said, "Why don’t you try dealing with it on the table, then?"
Me: Dumb silence. Hadn’t thought of that.
Returned the black skeins the next day at Stitches and paid a nice charity to wind them for me. Taking no chances. I felt like a dumb-ass, though. I even brought the other skeins, the not-black skeins, to show the Shelridge Farm people that I *do* know how to wind a damn skein, really. They were very nice, and their yarn is delicious, and I recommend them, I really do. But I think they might have more problems with that batch of black.
I fell in LOVE with a new pattern from Article Pract which I MUST start now. Thinking about handspun, but not quite sure yet. Have to start it, have to start it. And I’m sure I’ll eff it up somehow.
I will try not screw anything else up today. No guarantees, though. Perhaps I will take the dogs for a nice walk. That will help. As did the big nose-kiss Waylon just gave me.
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