That was me about an hour ago. I am wearing SHORTS, people. In a really hot sunpatch on the porch. In March. I am not prepared for this, at all.
By which I mean, of course, that all my socks are suddenly way too hot to wear.
This is an issue because for reasons I still feel way too young to understand, I pretty much have to have orthotics most of the time I'm walking, and while I do have sandals with excellent arch support (thank you Mephisto) the sandals I can actually run in, which is often necessary because I am often late, do not.
I wonder whether there's a connection between the need for orthotics and the chronic running to catch up?
Anyhoo: it's time for emergency knitting of the 'sockette' variety. I had intended to use the much-loved-by-me Turkish Bed Socks pattern for this job, but when it came the point I just felt their construction was less than ideal for my Mary Janes, and also, I can't get gauge with anything lighter than sport weight which is just So Much Too Hot.
That picture up there? That's after two days of knitting, so you now have an idea of how all the whole 'design it myself' thing is going. I haven't even hit the part where I get to work in the round, yet. GAH.
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In related-by-GAH news, check out the current state of the Sugared Violets undertaking:
Doesn't it look like a bouquet? Aren't the colours gorgeous together?
I'm afraid to touch it though. It took me two hours to get myself back to the point where I hadn't made any errors, and I want to be alone on a little unlimited-time island when I start back into it. Not sure when that's gonna happen. Maybe after supper.
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I had breakfast yesterday with Wayson, he of the Lucky Scarf and the Eloquence Fingerless Gloves and the writing mentoring generally, and it was a fabulous day. We had coffee and an amazing sandwich he recommended and then another refill on the coffee and after two hours he took me to a bookstore he thought I should know about (and now that I've been, I think he was absolutely right, as usual.)
I don't drink coffee, so I don't think I actually slept last night, and I'm still sort of buzzing around the house today. But: so worth it.
Wayson is as I say my writing mentor and though he has been telling me for two years now (or is it three?) that I should definitely be writing about knitting...
... he said Something Different yesterday.
He said he thinks it's time for me to follow my many and varied non-knitting experiences over this long period of Huggingness into some other writing endeavors, and that was even before I told him I was floundering about the direction my writing is taking, or rather, the lack thereof.
So, here is the deal. I loooove writing this blog. I am so happy to be able to just drop in here and be silly or share patterns I think you'll enjoy or that will help somebody going through a rough time. Still, there are only so many buckets of time in my possession and the ones I pour into this place have to be satisfying, not just to me but to you, oh person I may or may not know who is reading all the way down into the picture-less part of the post. (for which I thank you enormously, how flattering!)
I know the free patterns are a huge big deal for the crafty people who drop in here; I know the technique posts and pattern shop are also appealing. But what else would you like to see?
Interviews with other knitters and writers?
Less posts from me and more patterns, the result of my knitting more than I'm writing about it?
Less spinning? More skilled spinning?
Better photography? (aka, please make me buy a better camera)
Other types of crafts, like sewing, gift tag/card printables, or - oh, I don't know, papier mache?
(warning: you don't want to see me doing papier mache.)
Do tell, my friends. You can comment here if you like, or message me at Ravelry, or e-mail me directly. I would love to know what you think!