I know other people have talked about how sometimes going through a low project phase…I’ve done that too–nothing really appeals to you? YOu can’t decide on a color? Well, I’m in sort of the OPPOSITE of that stage…I want to cast on EVERYTHING, and then I want to work on it until it’s DONE, GLORIOUSLY DONE, DONE DONE…
The sport-weight, toe-up sock, two at a time, on circular needles is my particular passion… I just finished a pair of these–it seemed like an excellent way of using the pretty Regia (psycho-kitty’s favorite brand) that I bought to replace the first two balls that he destroyed. I’d made Ladybug a pair of socks from it, and wanted to use it all up (since I had, in fact, PURCHASED IT TWICE) and Chicken loved the pair so much (I had actually made for the small-footed Auntie Wendy) that she sort of commandeered them this morning. It helped when I told her that, given psycho-kitty’s propensities, he’d probably make long sweet lurve to her feet when she wore them. Now I can go find Ladybug’s pair, and they can have feet that match!!!
But I have other stuff on the needles too, and it’s all close to completion–or really quick anyway. My Auntie Barb got a ‘tour through the project bag’ for her birthday. The thing is, I had like, six projects working, and no names on any of them, and I asked her which project she wanted me to finish for her in particular… she chose the fingerless mitts in the Araucania–and as Goddess is my witness, I will take a picture of these because they are 75% done and they are really some of my best work!!! I’ll be proud to give them away. I have 1 1/8 of a pair of fingerless gloves to make (in worsted) for a student, and a scarf to make for a student (I was 1/8 of the way done, but Gordy the asshole psychokitty wasted it too–tell me, I’ve got skeins and skeins of crap-wastic–that’s worsted/plastic– laying around–why is it always the expensive shit?) I’ve got a new set of sport-weight toe-up 2-timers, and a cherry-tree hill plain old on the magic loop, and, of course, the peacock colored cloverleaf rib 2timers…
And I could sit and work on these things for HOURS. I am sooooooo in the mood. (Me, a movie, naptime, and my needles…it’s a dct–a Dream Come True:-)
But I’ve also hit a crucial part of Bitter Moon II, and I think that maybe more people–including Chicken–would be happier if I worked on that. (Assuming, that is that more than just those reading this blog ever read Bitter Moon I–I got a wonderful comment and review from GJohnson about BMoon I–thank you darling!!!– but the sales have pretty much convinced me I sent my baby to school during a New England Winter, when I had dressed them in anticipation of a Northern California Fall.)
But still…I’ve been planning this part of B Moon II from the PROLOGUE of B Moon I–I’m almost as breathless as my main characters!!!
So I”m basically up to my eyeballs in unnecessary obligations that I adore fulfilling. It’s cleaning the house that I”m having trouble with!!! (That, and dealing with my 6th period…I think Thugs-R-Us is missing it’s inventory, and I can’t find the shipping label to get rid of the bottom half of this class’ soul!!)
Anyway, I’m a little bit sick (sore throat, sore ears, tired) and that could account for the need to knit…I don’t think the need to write is going to be in any danger of going away.
Oh yes–and on the child-front?
As I watched the Cave Troll walk into daycare this morning, it occurred to me that he was not looking his best–his hair needs cutting, and we’ve been calling him Einstein for the past few weeks. (We’ve been calling his little sister ‘Oppenheimer’–they’re the mad-scientist twins.) His sweats were old, he was wearing his father’s socks with his sandals, and his shirt was a little bit big for him. (It was bought in anticipation of a winter growth spurt that did actually come–but it didn’t add anything to his weight.) The shirt also reads, ‘Pull my finger’–because he was being particularly stinky that day.
So, as I rolled my eyes and scolded myself internally for sending my kid to day care looking like the poster child for neglected mad scientist’s children, Brenda said suddenly, “Ms. Lane–I’m taking the older kids to the capital today, is that okay? They’re having an activity day for abused children awareness–I thought the older kids would have fun there.”
“Sure,” I said weakly. “But try to make sure he doesn’t end up on any fliers as an example, wouldja?”
She was a Junior when I was pregnant with the Cave Troll–she’s seen me come to school in full mad-scientist regalia, including mismatched white tennis shoes. (K Swiss–one from one year, one from the other.)
“Aw, Ms. Mac–he’s just like you. He’s unique.”
That was my cue…I was outta there. Watch for my kid on the news.
