Considering that I moved in a month ago from yesterday, I’ve reached the point where I’ve realized that this is how this is going to go down. I’m pretty happy with it. A life with very little cleaning and no cooking is really my sort of thing. And I get to pretty much say what I think — which is very freeing. My Intro. to Literary Studies professor said I ruined a poem for him. You see, we all have to do a class presentation on a poem, and that day’s topic was reader response. The presenter was doing this poem about icebergs and danger, and then it mentioned warmer waters at the end. The whole class was all talking about the safety of the ship compared to the danger of the iceberg. I said it was about old people moving to Florida. I call them as I see them.
My father and sister came into visit last Wednesday. That was nice, but I left my messenger bag in my father’s car. My messenger bag had some kind of important things in it. Namely my wallet. Thankfully I carry my room key and KSU i.d. around on a lanyard, so I still have those, (which means I can still eat and get into my room) but in my wallet was my state i.d., most of my cash, my banking number, my mail box combination, and a few gift cards. I’ll get it back in a week or so, but it still poses some kind of an inconvenience to me, and really just makes me feel like an idiot. And it had my knitting in it, as well as a library book (I can borrow books for about six months at a time so no worries. )
The reason that I’m telling you this is simply to say that I haven’t really been working on the Gansey. Mostly because it’s 45 minutes away. Thankfully I’ve started something else new now. Lloie’s Jerkin — in a green cotton tweed. It actually was an old favorite sweater of mine, but that I was too thin for. (I love that. I love that I was too thin for something. This shan’t be the case for long I fear) So I chopped it up, and am giving it a new life in a vest that I probably won’t wear. (Being brutally honest here.) But who knows — it does get cold here, and I have a grey sweatshirt that it would go well with. And, with the whole no having sleeves, and being garter stitch and portable, it should be done pretty soon. (I love this too.)
Here’s the favorite old sweater — I actually had the forethought to take a picture of it.
I would show you a picture of the current jacket, but I really don’t want to take a picture here in my friend’s dorm, and really, there’s not that much to look at.
And I’m also still making hats. I’ve done two, I still have four to do. I’m going to try, try to get my friends to let me do a group picture, but we’ll see. I actually should start working on one tonight — but I probably won’t.
I blocked the pi shawl too. You know how I said “No Dorm room blocking.” I lied. I was lying all along. I was lying through my teeth. We all know that I can’t resist blocking. That magical transformation of the puddle of crap knitting to the awesome lace-y creation. I can’t resist it. I picked up my pins last time I was at my parent’s house, and just did it. I was worried about it drying in time. It was fine, it was done by six o’clock. I was worried about looking like an idiot. I bolted myself in the bathroom and washed it in there, and did the towel thing to get out the extra water. (I wasn’t about to pay the 2.50 just to use the spin cycle.) No one saw me carrying anything more than a damp rolled up towel. I pinned it. It looked great. Here’s an awful picture. (I hope to get a camera soon. But the thing is, I could have bought a cheap one a long time ago, but I thought that it would be better to wait till I can afford a decent one — even if it is only there for knitting.)
There it is, in all it’s glory. I love this thing so much. I even wore it a bit before blocking. It’s so soft. So very soft. I can’t come up with words to describe it’s softness, and I’m an English major.
Granted, (which is funny to me because I’m in Grant’s room) I did tear it during blocking. On the edge, you have to lift nine stitches over one stitch, and that means that there is a lot of stress on that one stitch, which is even worse when done in laceweight. I just kind of threaded the needle and sewed it all together, and the best part, it doesn’t look half bad either. I’m still working on weaving the ends, but that is taking a while for two reasons. 1. I hate weaving in ends, especially because it’s laceweight, and 2. Because there are a lot more ends than I thought there were.
And that’s all for now. A finished object soon!! the sad part is, I can’t even remember how many projects I’ve left to go.