Spinning last night was frustrating, I kept having to rejoin my fibre to the yarn, and not because I was doing anything wrong per se. I just wasn’t paying attention to what the hanging fibre was doing.
Cushions & pillows may make for a comfy Raa but they are also great at catching my fibre and pulling it so that the thinner drafted section pulls apart and then I swear a lot. Last night I put down my spindle, picked up my needles, grabbed some Mirasol Sulka left overs and knitted a wrist distaff – I’m hoping it works, I haven’t actually picked up my spindle today.
This is the fibre pocket
It’s so lovely I may just wear it all the time.
I have just been jogged (no not jogging, me and running have a very tenuous relationship, and tend to just ignore each other should we happen to pass each other in the street). A friend has just posted her organisational accomplishments on Facebook which has prompted my brain to fire images of new kitchens and bathrooms at me incessantly for the last hour.
In 16 days workmen will begin appearing. Over the space of two weeks they will rip out my old kitchen, and replace it, they will also rip out my bathroom and replace that, and on top of that they will renew all my electrical sockets and light-fittings.
My flat is small. My Kitchen is small. I am assured that at the end of day one I will have new cupboards and be able to put stuff in them… back to the small flat thing , I am going to have to move the cooker, fridge freezer and washing machine out of the kitchen. They won’t move far (well to be honest there isn’t far for them to move) just in to the living room.. but.. well I already have three bookcases, two chairs, a TV and stand, a shelving unit of yarn, my desk and stool, a little knick knack unit, the footstool a small table, craft drawers and a pile of plastic crates full of fabric in here. One of the sockets to be replaced is behind bookcases jam packed with books and dvds, two others are behind the yarn/fabric stuff. If my living room and kitchen were separate I’d just jam stuff in there and close the door, but I live in an Edinburgh tenement, my kitchen is part of my living room. There will need to be room for the guys to work/bring stuff in/move/breathe so I am going to have to have a clear out/up and figure out how on earth I am going to make space for everything to happen and actually not go mad.
Of course on top of all that it’s my birthday in 3 weeks and I am planning to have people over on the 29th.
Maybe I should be knitting myself a nice comfy straight jacket.
I can’t believe it’s been over a week since I last posted.
I have had my visitor come and go, been to the cinema, made brownies, been over to friends for drinks, helped other friends move house, been to the Meadow’s Festival and had my hospital appointment. I have also started a shawl four times, frogged it four times and thrown yarn (admittedly back in to my stash and not across the room).
I am having knitting fail, it’s worse than losing your mojo. Not feeling like doing any knitting I can deal with, I have lots I can do instead, but WANTING to knit and having nothing you pick up go right makes me very cross with myself. Right now I have doubts I could even manage stocking stitch effectively. It’s depressing.
I have had too much nature. Allergies and sun rash, much husky voicedness.
I saw a new doctor (although he assured me we had met before in 2006 when he was a student – I assume his name is in my notes, and not that he remembered me (unless I have particularly memorable lady parts)). He seems nice, is very interested in endometriosis, it’s causes and treatments, and also runs a pain clinic specifically for gynae issues. I should be going in for some surgery about eight weeks. I’m not going to go into gory detail here, but I will be having a laparoscopy to remove endomeriosis deposits and endometrial ablation – if you want to look these procedures up then on your own head be it, I don’t want any complaints though.
I don’t mean books here, or even patterns (although reading charts would be useful). I need to learn to read me. A lot got done yesterday, I escaped much of the aftermath. I think the bath and painkiller before bed were a stroke of genius on my part. All I have suffered from today is an over abundance of tired. I ended up back in bed for a chunk of the day.
I should know by now that tired+knitting=frogging. It’s a simple equation, easy to remember. Except when you are tired and a determined bugger. The Gypsy Rose Leaf got cast off very slowly last night. It’ll get blocked once I’m organised and not about to have a dinner guest. Today I hummed and hawed over what to do next. I have four WsIP right now, 2 only need blocked (see dinner guest above), 1 only needs seamed (not feeling the seaming love) and the last one is a snuggley scarf (not the weather right now to give me the impetus to go on with that… even up here in Scotland). Should I wait for more yarn to (magically drop out of the sky) arrive in the post or should I decide on a pattern for the current gorgeousness in easy reach? A bird in the hand and all that… I cast on Spring Thaw with the Starshine Angel 2 ply. I managed to keep track, even whilst making that apple pie, at least initially.
Row 16 K3 Purl to end K3… hang on this is a pattern row *unknits purls* I’ve already done that row.. Row 17 Why don’t I have the right number of sts? Oh Poop! I’ve already DONE that row… *checks properly* Row 21…. lalalalal.. hm mm this isn’t right.. why do I have 38 sts on this side of the centre and only 34 on the other side… *brain explodes* and frogging ensues.
Now, not only can’t I read myself, to tell that I am too tired for this lace malarky, but I am not familiar enough with this pattern to read back along my knitting and spot where I went wrong, or to read it as I am going and spot mistakes as they happen. The first wee bit is far too early to put in a lifeline.. and something else, I really need to mark off rows as I go. Lessons hopefully learned.
Tomorrow, well, I have things to do that involve screwdrivers and Ikea, so we’ll see if knitting happens, but at least I have pie.
I left my laptop power cable on the floor at a friend’s place. Cue one dead laptop, horrible phone internet access and therefore no blogging. Also NO KNITTING! I have sewn up part of the Fire and Brimstone – no enthusiasm for that as it makes my head explode atm. The pattern for at Kataranarina is a pdf.. which I don’t have printed out… no laptop=no pattern=no knitting. “Quelle Horreur!”
I have had some knitting withdrawal so last night I grabbed some Noro Blossom I had in my stash and started a long skinny garter stitch scarf. This will be a present for someone, but can only be collected. Hmmm, who have I been trying to entice into my parlour? *knits a new web*
I have run out of meaningful knitting!!!!
The Smoke Alarm cardi is stalled until I can get it home to block it. I have some laceweight yarn, and a shawl pattern here but the yarn isn’t balled and there is no way I am doing it by hand (winder is packed away from the cleaners then the painters) I have 4 small balls of Arni – the natural brown – but no pattern/spare needles for it here. I also have that sock – the one I am not liking knitting, so it doesn’t count. I don’t expect the Dazzle to get here this soon so no hat & bootees.
Tomorrow I’ll be back at my flat but all my knitting books/patterns are packed up too :S I may have to go and buy yarn for something to knit, and a pattern and possibly needles too :S.
I need you all to send me enough good knitting thoughts to get me through these few dark hours until I can get to a knitting dealer and get a fix.. I swear I can feel the knitting withdrawal just moments away….