I try to find balance when I complain about crappy things by thinking of an equal number of happy things. Sometimes the happy things distract me from the crappy things. Try it. It may improve your mood. Maybe.
And the number seven came out of nowhere, except that was the number of things I was bitching about the first time I tried this. And it’s four today, because I am tired. See #1 immediately below.
I Can Certainly Live Without These Things
1. This chest cold. I started to type out a description of my experience with this cold, but even I got grossed out. So, I have this chest cold and it completely sucks.
2. This grey, gloomy weather. The lighting is no good for taking yarn pictures.
3. The fact that — after 26 years of working as a team — my left eye is now worse than my right eye, lens-prescription-wise. When I got glasses for the first time back in 6th grade, my eyes were the same prescription. They’ve continued working well together (and saving me money, because when I lost one contact lens, I could just use one from another set and not have to worry about which eye it belonged to) for 14 years, until last week. Then the left one went all wonky. The sinister bastard.
4. My apartment … well, I suppose I need it for the shelter and all, but damn is it feeling small right now. And dirty (not its fault — I’ve been sick and Nick and I have both been busy). And annoying (I challenge you to get anything out of my microwave or nearby cupboards without hitting your head on the stove hood). And small. Quite, quite small. Not designed to hold all our stuff. Sigh.
I Cannot Live Without These Things
1. Wendy Bernard‘s new pattern Sahara (over at StitchDiva). I am more than a bit smitten with this sweater. I’m ignoring the fact that the blurb says it’s an intermediate project, because in my brain I *am* an intermediate knitter, not a mere new-to-sweaters, can’t-finish-anything kinda knitter. I will make this sweater, as [insert deity here] is my witness!
Seriously, this thing is beeeyoooteeful and it calls to me with a sweet, sweet voice made of silk and candy. Because I have a hundred other projects on the needles/hooks (in various stages of construction) I’ll have to wait on this one, but that just gives me time to dream and lose weight. Perfect!!
2. Classic Elite’s Tweed Four (booklet 9078). I have an unhealthy need to make the cover sweater (the brown one with cabley goodness on the chest above the boobal area), possibly in a pretty, deep red. I showed the pattern to Nick and he made the “ehhn” face and said “I don’t like the twisty things.” You mean the cables? The beautiful cables? The design feature to which I have pledged my very life? “Um, yes?” No, silly beloved man, no. You may not dislike those cables, for they are the essence of all that is good upon this earth.
3. Myrna by White Lies Designs. This is another perfect sweater, although I see a stripe-free and longer sleeve on this sweater in my future. The sweater is great, but I think the stripes create a bit of a target, look-RIGHT-here effect and that’s something I can really do without, to be honest. We don’t need to draw attention that much. The design is beautiful, and simple, and tres 1940s, and oh yes it is also MADE WITH RIBBING. We have discovered the true root of my obsession.
4. Lizard Ridge by Laura Aylor in the last Knitty. My first thought when I saw this pattern was, for some reason, “ehhn.” Probably because it’s an afghan and knitting something as large as an afghan intimidates the bejeezus right out of me. But as I kept looking at it (because I return to websites that haven’t changed to stare at the pretty pictures. What?), it grew on me like … something growy that isn’t disgusting (I’ll think of something in a minute). I love the bright colors and how they go together, I love the wavy stitch pattern, I love the fact that it’s made of blocks and therefore (a) is portable and (b) can be worked over a long time. Because the thought of going out and purchasing 21 balls of Noro Kureyon right now makes me break out in hives. But I can do one at a time, and perhaps convince my Mom &/or Nick that Noro makes a great stocking-stuffer.
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