Things I've Learned This Weekend:
1)
I will never avoid at all costs knitting Christmas gifts for friends and family. This is my first Chrsitmas as a knitter so I decided not to go balls out and try and knit something for everyone on my shopping list. Boy am I glad, because I am struggling with finishing ONE Irish Hiking Scarf. What I DID realize is that birthdays seem like a much better option. You have all your projects spread out over the entire year instead of crammed into the last few weeks of the year. Since I subscribe to the "if it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would ever get done" school of thought, it would take me at least 10 years of tearful, caffine-laced Christmas Eves to get the timing right.
I arrived at this conclusion after surfing around knitblog land tonight. If I had $1 for every fellow knitter who is stressing about finishing holiday projects, I could probably afford to buy myself all that Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk in my wishlist. [I sincerely wish you all the best of luck finishing up in this home stretch!]
2)
Fish are very hard to photograph. Why was I taking pictures of my fish? WELL, the most freakish thing happened on Saturday morning. As I was engaged in feeding the little guys, I took a look at one and realized it's EYEBALL had fallen out. All that is left is the empty socket and a new alias for the yellow fish - One-eyed Willie.
I spent about 15 minutes looking for the appendage on the floor of the tank, but I am assuming one of the ground-feeders ate it. Lovely thought, No?
I then went on to realize that we have got a tank full of really creepy fish. For example, in addition to One-eyed Willy, we also have Angelina. She has some sort of fish cancer that causes her lips to swell to a grotesque size. I believe the unnaturally large lips speak to her name quite well.
3) I do have the willpower to restrain myself from drunk text messaging at 3:30am. Of course, I realized this morning what an ASS I would have made of myself if I would have drunkenly sent that text message that recounted the number of vodka-cranberries I had sucked down and a play-by-play of my drunken 'woo-girl' dancing to a certain someone who was home and most likely dead asleep. Although when I woke up this morning afternoon, I did hold my breath as I clicked through my call log to survey any damage I may have inflicted on myself. [sigh of relief] - I must be getting wiser in my old age.
4)
I still possess the ability to finish a knitting project. I needed a quick fix. Instant gratification. An immediate high. And that Artful Yarns Broadway stuff was calling to me. Abandoning all other projects, I knit up this whole scarf on Friday night. Not sure if I am keeping it or giving it away yet, but I DO know I should have made this longer - at least 2 balls.
Very easy diagonal scarf pattern from the ball band. I used size 10 1/2 needles when they recommended 11's, but I wanted it knit a little tighter. This yarn is super cool but a BITCH to work with - I was very excitied to get back to my neat, simple Cascade 220.
As for other projects: I am VERY close to finishing IHS and thanks to the 1.5 hours I was on BART this weekend, I finished up the first ball of Cascade 220 on the mock-lace scarf.
5) My cat is the most adorable companion ever. Ok you got me - I already knew that... but isn't it so cute how she is keeping watch over my bedroom?
Ok, and now for your close up:
Hope everyone's Monday treats them well. Bedtime for me!
6 comments:
I happily accept all drunk text messages.
Drunken text messages are better than drunken phone calls.
I made mine at 3 am on my birthday. Of course at this point it was no longer my birthday. My hubby was the only one who talked to me. I even tried to tell a joke. The fact that I couldn't tell the joke correctly was the funny part.
yay for Viva! she's so cute and fluffy.
I like the diagonal scarf you did. The colors are quite pretty.
I'm going nuts doing xmas presents. I was pretty good about most of the knitting. But my irish hiking is taking me FOREVER. I have 3 scarves to finish (two of which need to be mailed for xmas). And my brother just asked me to knit him Irish hiking arm warmers for xmas when I saw him on Saturday evening!
Are you sure one eyed willy didn't run into something and poke his eye out?
The purpose of friends is to receive those drunken text messages without judgement. LOL. Call them! Better than calling or texting the Ex with God-knows-what... :)
Perhaps I should clarify that the intended receipent of the drunk text message was a potential new boy in my life, to whom a 3am drunk message would probably have been highly inappropriate. Of course, he drunk DIALED the hell out of me before, so maybe the rules are different. Oh well - the point being despite the fact I was in a vodka induced haze, I was able to direct my mind to the more logical option of 'save it for tomorrow'.
Anyhow, either way I made up for it by harassing the hell out of my little sister and friend Katie who was across town trying to 'get hers'. Maybe I can just start 'drunk emailing' all of you, since you seem so receptive to my late night activites ;).
Lori - good luck with that knitting, your brother better appriciate that gift! I checked for sharp edges in the tank, but I think One-eyed Willey has some freak disease like Angelina. We'll see if there are any other missing eyeballs in a week!
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