(Winter has arrived.)
(Everyone knows radiators are for sitting on.)
(The beginnings of an SWS hat.)
(Crunchy Cabbage Salad)
(Carrot & Potato Soup)
(Hello Dolly bars. Next time: need higher nut/coconut to butterscotch ratio.)
And one more thing…
It’s 98% done, but the last 2% won’t get done until after my supervisor returns from a trip, so I am giving myself a couple of days permission to not think about the Thesis and return to it with (hopefully) fresh thoughts. I’m at a point where I need to do big “what does it all mean” statements and by Friday last week my brain was resisting. At this point, the draft is done enough that I’m giving myself permission to start Venezia…just as soon as I can get the last swatch or two done for confirmation. Of course, now, the knitting ennui strikes again Maybe after the weekend is done I’ll get it back.
Hey, did you know that when you cast on for small knitting projects, you can finish them a lot faster than when you cast on for big projects? Apparently I’d forgotten about that.
I finished the Endpaper Mitts last week and they have since taken up residence in my coat pockets. Then I promptly cast on for the Little Gems Mitts from the Holiday Interweave Knits over the weekend (with Knit Picks Gloss fingering weight and some leftover Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn in ‘Foxy Lady’). I’m a few woven-in ends away from being able wear these, too, although our stupid weather this season seems to be skipping right past the moderate fall in-between-ness and I might need to make a direct route for the mittens, gloves and hats. If I can find them. Maybe I’ll need to knit some more of those, too.
Sock knitting notwithstanding, I tend to forget about the extremities. I get caught up with the sweater knitting or with other big projects (aka the garter stitch blanket which although beautiful continues to eat my soul) and then forget that it is in fact possible to start a project and finish it in a matter of days and not weeks or months. And that this is not only possible but very, very desirable.
Come to think of it, I’ve even started to neglect the sock knitting lately. The madness has got to stop. Hats shall be mine. Socks too, once again. Maybe even some leg warmers if I get crazy. Just as long as I get in the writing first, the bait will be there.
Miss Beatrice the cat has been most helpful. She patiently sniffs each new book or stack of paper that materializes around my desk in these final stages of writing
and desperately trying to cobble together my chapters and then looks around as if to say, “nice to sniff at, but not so much what I’m looking for in a nap time location,” then proceeds to fall into a deep 3-hour nap a few feet away from where I am typing. Not that I’m jealous, uh, or anything like that. ::cough::
Small victories, small victories…
P.S. I am so pleased and a little bit dizzy over the response to Basic Black. Thank you all so much. I hope you like it. The comments have given me a much needed boost and I hope not to neglect my design notebook for too much longer.
Thank you all for your comments on my randomness in the last post. They were great to read.
It can’t really be the end of October, can it? Lalalalala, I can’t heeeeeaaar youuuu….Because if it is November then it is the month I have to hand in my draft and finally schedule my first defense date and…and…and….eeeeaaaaaaalllgllglgjgjgjjgjjghhhhhhhrrrrgggllllleeee….. :::gasps and pulls hair::
Today I have officially procrastinated all I can possibly procrastinate on, short of actually putting knitting needles and yarn in my hands. (Ok, not quite all. I haven’t done laundry yet.) I have to get writing because I am so close to finishing and I am the only thing standing in my way, and yet all I want to do is hide under the covers and go lalalallalalala, I can’t heeeearrr youuuu….
Sadly doing that does not make the thesis finish itself. Nor does reading the blogs, although Martha has a great post up today about knitterly things.
But since today is Halloween and I do have a resident black cat to snuggle with (she is on orders to stay inside today, lest she encounter Overly Superstitious People Up To No Good On Halloween), so I’d best get a move on something before the day is out.
The trouble with insecurity (wait, there’s just one?) is that it starts with one thing and then quickly spills out over into the rest of your life. For my psyche, it’s a short trip from the formidable obstacle of my dissertation and all accompanying fretting (what if it all sucks? What if I’m not cut out for academia but what if I’m overqualified for any other job?) to other things that usually wouldn’t take a hit. (What if my knitting sucks? What if my designs are all crap? What if nobody likes me? What if I’ve forgotten how to make new friends? What if I become a twitchy crazy hermit surrounded by yarn cackling to herself over cold cups of tea?)
I think part of my twitchiness this week is coming from the fact (Well, other than the Real Source of All My Woe Which I Have To Write and Just Deal With) that I let myself get frustrated and impatient over things that shouldn’t have been frustrating. I made it out to Lettuce Knit on Wednesday night, but hockey game traffic clogged up the roads and the bus arrived late, then the subway got delayed and I still hadn’t found dinner yet, so by the time I actually made it there it was almost dark and I was feeling flustered and stressed underneath it all. It was lovely to knit and chat with people though, I miss the knitting friends I made while I was in Toronto! I wish I had a knit night nearby again…But for some reason I just couldn’t make myself completely relax and then on the way back I just missed the bus back to Hamilton and had to wait another half hour (I don’t know why public transit makes me this frustrated, it is irrational yet piercingly effective as a stress-inducer), and by the time I got home all I could do was add up the number of hours spent in transit versus the number of hours I actually got to spend talking with knitters…It made me realize I have to do a better job of incorporating Toronto knitting visits with other things in the city, otherwise my fretting will get the better of me. And then that realization made me fret some more, because geez, shouldn’t knit night itself be a reason to come in and have a good time?
Yeah, fun times in my head right now, right? Le sigh. But it’s Thanksgiving this weekend, which is as good a time as any to re-sort out my brain and prioritize. And lest I start taking this blog on a permanent ticket to Cynical Town (stops in Apathy Junction and Mopesville), I can promise there will be at least 1 if not 2 FO posts soon, and that will be soothing to my tattered psyche if nothing else will. It’s not the same as a finished thesis, but hey, FOs are a boost and I’ll take it.
Also, I haven’t forgotten about comfort food, thank goodness. I got a head start last night:
Parsnip soup and chevre biscuits from a past issue of the LCBO Food & Drink, and then an extra-fun treat which I have more plans for…
Because sometimes you just want to dip some pretzels in chocolate and then eat them, yanno?
Best weekend wishes to all, and Happy Thanksgiving to fellow Canucks.
This sock pattern is making me look at the striping yarn in my stash with interest and relief.
Kitty cat now helps me check email in the morning.
There is a cupcake roundup challenge afoot, and I have plans.
And I now have accumulated an eggplant, 2 red peppers,
2 3 watermelons, a bunch of radishes, and a bunch of parsnips. Help?
Oh, and did I mention that my thesis is sucking the life out of me and I have decided it is not at all a good plan to have 4 big WIPs on the go at once and my confidence level is at an all time low and I don’t know what I want to do with my life? Oh, my willpower and work ethic, please come back for I miss you so…
Meet my new roommate, Beatrice:
Her hobbies include napping, lolling around in the garden, chasing bugs, watching the backyard birdfeeder, keeping herself immaculately groomed, and purring like an outboard motor when seated on a human lap. Her dislikes include empty food dishes, the neighbouring orange cat who occasionally walks through the backyard, and the fact that her usual humans have left her for 6 months. So far she exhibits no strong feelings towards yarn one way or the other, but nonetheless I have procured some handy dandy IKEA storage to keep current projects shut tight (in a more attractive fashion than, say, a plastic bin).
I’ve finally finished the re-locating process, and am now installed in a house-sitting gig until the new year. Beatrice comes with the house, and this is just fine with me. She has so far been accepting of my presence and decided my bed was worthy enough to sleep on last night. (I’m sure this feeling will be enhanced once autumn and winter creep in.) This morning, it was raining drearily when I got up, which irked me since i usually take Sunday morning for a nice long run. Beatrice made the effort to reschedule her backyard stalking to tomorrow and has since spent the day napping or watching squirrels from the back porch. I did go running eventually, but while the rain was on, what else was there to do but get the cupcake baking done?
These are plain old vanilla-vanilla. Sometimes simple is best, right? Right.
Now, about the rest of that Sunday afternoon…