It's knitting, but it ain't pretty
Continuing on what seems to be my ongoing theme of bitching and moaning about absolutely everything, I've been knitting and knitting and knitting with some yarn that is not my most favoritest stuff in the entire world ever. I've procrastinated, of course (what would it be without a final panic at the end, after all? well, what?), partly because there was some discussion as to what, exactly, would be the edging. I have been doing this:
Sorry about the blur. My hands must be wobbly, what with the pulling the beejezus out of the yarn to get it to any kind of consistent fabric at all. I still have to (ahem) write the rest of the pattern, and then, er, knit it. I'm not freaking out (YET). It's due Sept. 1. The bummer, slight though it is, is that I also have some design sumbittals I really want to devote some time to, but I really do need to make a bit more progress on this thing before I can in good conscience skip out on the work yet again. The gauge in this yarn is really weird and wobbly and hard to nail down. I think I've got it, and my calculations are coming out correctly so I must have done something right, but it's still a bit unsettling.
So of course I went looking online for yurts. Yes, yurts. What? I saw some at a Girl Scout camp. They're great. You got a problem with yurts? Didn't think so.
And since I was reading a bunch of posts about gifted kids and grade skipping (elsewhere, not here), I thought about some of the people I knew in high school, and went googling two and found both of them. Go figure. So maybe I'll hook up with some old pals before the 25th reunion (holy crap! 25th?!?!). Or sooner.
We made brownies today. Yum.
Hi, Mel! Hi, Jena! Hi, Lucia! Hi, Ruth! Hi, Stingdragon! Hi, Carole! Yes, it is a drag that the knit out is on Rosh Hashanah; at least it's not Yom Kippur? Sheesh. See you around, folks; back on yer heads.