The nice thing about a little dog is that they can be very blood pressure lowering. Tiki is particularly good at this and likes to be nestled right up against whatever person she is sitting with. Sometimes she’ll lay her head on your shoulder and just SIGH contentedly. She really is heartbreakingly cute. Medicinal, even.
Mr. YP has set his moving date and it is not far off at all.
I can’t focus on any knitting whatsoever right now except the most stupid, mindless stuff. I wish I could say that this was the thing that spurred me into action and I decided to master Shetland lace or Orenberg lace or Fair Isle, but frankly, no. About the most I want to do right now is hang out in my ratty Dartmouth shirt, pajama bottoms and watch reruns of Battlestar Galactica. So here it is, therapy knitting in the extreme. The most boooooring knitting… in the WORLD. /Eddie Izzard> The Divorce Scarf. I have enough yarn to stretch this one out for quite a long time if I don’t knit at it every second, and hell, if I do run out? I’ve got a LOT of Cascade in stash and will cast on Divorce The Sequel, Scarf From Hell if really there is a need. Atacama alpaca handpaint with some mystery wool Interlacements handpaint – both from stash. 2×2 rib in random stripes, on slightly larger than called for needles. And when it’s done, I hope to have knitted through the very worst parts of all this and I will cast off and then the scarf will wrap (twice! three times! maybe?) around my neck comfortingly. It will be evidence that I did it. Every stitch in the scarf will be a moment that I survived this process.
I guess I’ll pick up stuff like the remaining Baud sock and the Painter’s scarf and all the other undone projects as I find I have the mental energy. And do nice soothing 2×2 ribbing when I don’t. There is no finish line, after all. No agenda. I can be the boss of my own knitting.
I do have the bestest pals ever and one of them came up with this charming little project bag to keep my knitting in when I’m on the go. It’s just big enough for a scarf or a pair of socks or a sleeve and I find it immensely cheering.
Another girlfriend sent me this swanky handmade geisha fabric needle case.
It is sized specially to fit my dpns and circs, since I keep most of my longer straights in a vase on the shelf (knitter interior decorating) and she is going to sell them at craft bazaars in her hometown. Personally, I’m hoping she opens an ETSY store because the workmanship on this is first class and I bet she’d do very well selling them.
Truly I have the best friends ever, both near and far. I wish some of y’all were free (and local!) next Friday for post husband moving out red
whine wine, yarn and devils food cupcakes. I anticipate that there will be a lot of bad jokes.