I worked fourteen hours last night, and I’ve been fighting a headache for two days now. I think it’s true: If you miss that caffeine window, the headache has a place to snake its gnarled little fingers in, and it doesn’t let go. I did it again today – hit the ground running and kept MEANING to get coffee, but it wasn’t till now, seven pm, three hours after waking up, that I’ve finally made the death-strength espresso that I sorely need.
Chugging espresso (with a leetle sugar and some half’n’half. I ain’t stoopid.) Work, come on, baby. Kick in. I need you. Oh, darlin’….
I had a couple or three missions when I woke: Drop off a book and CD for a friend. Check. (Bonus: Sun-warmed tomatoes, right off the vine.) Get to the LYS and look for yarn for a shawl. Check. Get to yoga. Nope.
You know what happens when you go to the Local Yarn Store, right? This shawl is one of those projects that has been haunting me – a dear friend said one day that she wanted me to make her one. I chortled or did whatever it is I usually do to change the subject. Since then, she’s watched me turn out project after project, and she’s become serious about it. Please? Pleezzzeee? I put her off, but for some reason it came up again last night, and I found this pattern, thanks to Wendy and her new lace links.
NOW I’m excited about it. Don’t worry, I’m not a pushover (well…. not when it comes to yarn, anyway). I WANT to make this for her. It just took until the time was right to get motivated.
Went to the yarn shop and realized that every skein I picked up was unreasonable. She wants black, I want outrageously soft and rich. Yeah, right. Looking at over $140 for this puppy. I love her, but I just don’t have the funds. So I gave up the yoga idea and trundled over to Michael’s (sob) and picked up some gonna-be-just-fine-get-over-yourself Wool-Ease in black. The lace pattern will show well, I think, and she’ll love it. I just wish I could have used the cashmerino….
Coffee’s starting to hit me. Aaahhh. Imagine what it must feel like to have a heroin addiction (typo: heroine addiction – I have that already) if just getting a coffee fix feels this good. Damn, I miss smoking.
[Aside – did you notice B came to her own defense in the comments below? Nicely done, says I.]Oh, and it’s Cari’s birthday! Thirty! Now is when it all starts….
yeah…B totally busted us. Man, do I feel sheepish! (No yarn/sheep puns intended there. Really!) Now we KNOW she’s worthy.
Hot on Cari’s heels once again, I’m also giving B a big thumbs up. “Bridge lag”! That’s funny. I’m also a coffee addict, though I’ve cut down a lot since moving here. In Vancouver, people are practically forcing the stuff on you at every turn, but the Chinese are not big on coffee. (Damn them.)
Coffee, the food of my soul. I haven’t really been hit with the “would you make this for me?” thing yet. I’m usually the one offering, sucker that I am. And ditto to the thumbs up for B, of course.
B’s a keeper, yeah. Hey, what size needles are you gonna use on that shawl? And with as many stitches as called for? I’ve had that pattern printed out for a while, on the holiday to-do list, for a laceweight, more like a scarf. Is is worth a little knit-along if we’re working with radically different yarns?
Now that is a pretty piece Rachael. It will be fun watching it take shape.
I’m with ya on the caffeine train to hell. My imbibement of choice is diet Coke… breakfast consists of a diet Coke and extra swallowed air. *burp*