Well, so my posting isn't going so swimmingly. I have figured out a project, and even been working on it for a while. I have been doing the Cavendish blanket, or an approximation thereof. (That's a Ravelry link.) I have been wanting to do that blanket for a long, long time now and finally have a reason -- too bad it's such a bummer reason. I say it's an approximation because, honestly, I can't find the Noro book that has it (it's floating around here somewhere), so I looked at the photos of it online and figured out the pattern. I am pretty sure I did anyway. So, I'm chugging away at it. My friend doesn't know about it yet. I haven't called her for an update in quite a while, either. All I know is that as of the last time we spoke, the doctors said that she did not have to have her fingers amputated, which is exactly what she was hoping for. Ugh. The lame-o thing here is that I have some photos of the yarn, but none of the current WIP and none of them are loaded on here yet. That takes me so much time, for some reason, and as I believe I mentioned in my last post, is a big reason why I never post.
In other news, I am working on a business plan to start a yarn store in my neighborhood. I think I might be crazy. We'll see.
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Carrying a Torch
Well, then. It has been a while, hasn't it? It's funny how we've come full circle. I started this thing for the purpose of blogging about the project I wanted to do as part of the last winter Olympics' knitting Olympics kal thing that the Yarn Harlot does. As it turned out, I'm a little, well ... slow ... and the Olympics had been the year before. I don't pay too much attention, etc. We'll ignore that. And now, here we are: back at the Winter Olympics. I can't actually participate this time around, because I cannot possibly find the time. I wish I could.....
So, here I am, more than two years after my last post. Every time I'd thought of writing over the past few months, I've thought: 1) I don't really have much to say and 2) wouldn't it be better to just wait until the 2 year mark? Why? No idea. I probably would have let the 2 year mark blow right by, because I haven't been able to knit too much lately, but even when I do, managing to upload photos has been ridiculously impossible. This is because of the munchkin I had almost two years ago. He has been a major time suck. He's evil. Ha. Just kidding. I'm crazy about him, but I do have a hard time getting too much done that takes any kind of attention.
Something happened, though, that made me want to write. One of my best friends called me today and told me that she had had a second catastrophic accident. Yes, a second. This is the friend who taught me to knit. She is passionate about so many things that one does with one's hands -- she knits, woodworks, cooks. Yet, something happened last week that may have destroyed her only good remaining hand (her other having been shattered in an accident). I am still processing this information and she is still definitely in denial, or at least a state of hope that maybe isn't reasonable. Anyway, I can't stand the thought that I'm so far from her and there isn't a damn thing I can do for her. So, what shall I do? Knit, of course. I'm trying now to figure out what. I'm thinking a blanket of some sort would be comforting. Suggestions?
So, here I am, more than two years after my last post. Every time I'd thought of writing over the past few months, I've thought: 1) I don't really have much to say and 2) wouldn't it be better to just wait until the 2 year mark? Why? No idea. I probably would have let the 2 year mark blow right by, because I haven't been able to knit too much lately, but even when I do, managing to upload photos has been ridiculously impossible. This is because of the munchkin I had almost two years ago. He has been a major time suck. He's evil. Ha. Just kidding. I'm crazy about him, but I do have a hard time getting too much done that takes any kind of attention.
Something happened, though, that made me want to write. One of my best friends called me today and told me that she had had a second catastrophic accident. Yes, a second. This is the friend who taught me to knit. She is passionate about so many things that one does with one's hands -- she knits, woodworks, cooks. Yet, something happened last week that may have destroyed her only good remaining hand (her other having been shattered in an accident). I am still processing this information and she is still definitely in denial, or at least a state of hope that maybe isn't reasonable. Anyway, I can't stand the thought that I'm so far from her and there isn't a damn thing I can do for her. So, what shall I do? Knit, of course. I'm trying now to figure out what. I'm thinking a blanket of some sort would be comforting. Suggestions?
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