Many ridiculous things are happing in my life right now: I'm unemployed with graduate student loans, I'm planning a wedding, I'm moving in a month, there are roofers outside and cable people inside all banging and tearing things up ten hours a day six days a week, and, not surprisingly, I'm a bit of an emotional mess. Just one of those things is enough to make this girl wacko, but all of them at at once makes me wake up (at six, because the roofers arrive at seven and I'd prefer to be caffeinated) and really question what the point of getting up is (mostly, I conclude that having loud banging both in and outside of my apartment is best faced not in my pajamas, but it's often a close call), and how in the world I'm going to get through the day. I have a loving family, wonderful friends, a partner that really balances out my crazy... and honestly, reminding myself how lucky I am in all these ways does very little about the freaking roofers. Or moving. Or not working. Or trying to plan a wedding. Or not working.*
Just call me a cranky ingrate.
Sigh.
Because our landlord decided that the month before our lease is up is the absolute perfect time to have all these workers trouping through the place, demanding things like a completely clear patio, pictures off shelves and walls, and all furniture three feet from all walls (yeah, that one's a serious issue-- you have no idea how many books, and therefore bookshelves I have. I try to cut down every time I move, but still the first thing 90% of people say when they walk into my home is, "Wow. That's a lot of books." The other ten percent are either related to me and/or have seen my parents' house first, at which point my book collection really isn't that impressive), we're packing up to move now, six weeks before we're actually moving and several weeks before we can even sign a new lease, and therefore throwing various boxes into storage in various places.
Which means (and here, finally, is the piece that's relevant to a knitting blog) that The Stash is not going to be immediately accessible for probably two months. In this case, The Stash not only includes the yarn and fiber, it also includes the books, needles and notions that accompany said yarn and fiber. Now, I'm not a fast knitter by any definition, but I do like variety and choice. I'm thinking about keeping with me the contents of my "basket"-- which is the area in the living room that contains things I think will be knit next. Please note: I'm probably delusional, but it's at least partially due to the banging.
So, who wants to talk me off the ledge? Please?
For more reasonable crafters with WIPs on this fine Wednesday, visit Tami's Amis. Most of them probably have pictures, too!
* I really miss working, and the whole treating a job search like it's work? Doesn't fill the void of not working. If I hear one more person tell me it should be easy for a secondary science/math teacher with three years experience, a national award, and a masters degree to get a job, I think I'm going to use some words that are very inappropriate for the classroom.
Just call me a cranky ingrate.
Sigh.
Because our landlord decided that the month before our lease is up is the absolute perfect time to have all these workers trouping through the place, demanding things like a completely clear patio, pictures off shelves and walls, and all furniture three feet from all walls (yeah, that one's a serious issue-- you have no idea how many books, and therefore bookshelves I have. I try to cut down every time I move, but still the first thing 90% of people say when they walk into my home is, "Wow. That's a lot of books." The other ten percent are either related to me and/or have seen my parents' house first, at which point my book collection really isn't that impressive), we're packing up to move now, six weeks before we're actually moving and several weeks before we can even sign a new lease, and therefore throwing various boxes into storage in various places.
Which means (and here, finally, is the piece that's relevant to a knitting blog) that The Stash is not going to be immediately accessible for probably two months. In this case, The Stash not only includes the yarn and fiber, it also includes the books, needles and notions that accompany said yarn and fiber. Now, I'm not a fast knitter by any definition, but I do like variety and choice. I'm thinking about keeping with me the contents of my "basket"-- which is the area in the living room that contains things I think will be knit next. Please note: I'm probably delusional, but it's at least partially due to the banging.
- Devin's sweater, including the two skeins of yarn that I haven't got to yet (the pattern is a photo copy from the book so I can scribble on it at will, so the book can go into storage) and three sets of needles (body, sleeve, sleeve).
- My MadTosh sweater (meaning six skeins), and it's pattern (PDF) that I haven't even swatched yet.
- The two scarves I'm currently working on that are kind of like watching paint dry, and their accompanying skeins not yet integrated (3-ish). One is pattern-less and the other is a PDF; one set of needles apiece.
- A pair of socks for Mom, accompanying needles; pattern is a PDF.
- The bag of scraps for both my squares and puff, two sets of needles (one for squares and one for puffs), and polyfill.
- The alpaca (5 skeins) with which I'm trying to learn stranded knitting. Not that I've started or pulled out needles for that, but I can make a copy of the chart so I can cross it off as I go...
- Skeins from frogged projects that I feel like I ought to knit next (4), even though inspiration has not struck
- Pristine skeins of cotton I've pulled from the stash because I had an idea that then got buried by the next shiny idea (5)
- Oh yeah, and my spindle(s) and current fiber, and maybe I should pull out an extra bump in case I finish this one? I should maybe store the bowl of handspun (2 skeins) though...
So, who wants to talk me off the ledge? Please?
For more reasonable crafters with WIPs on this fine Wednesday, visit Tami's Amis. Most of them probably have pictures, too!
* I really miss working, and the whole treating a job search like it's work? Doesn't fill the void of not working. If I hear one more person tell me it should be easy for a secondary science/math teacher with three years experience, a national award, and a masters degree to get a job, I think I'm going to use some words that are very inappropriate for the classroom.
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