A Whole Bunch of Stuff

Well, to start off with, the old keyboard just bit the dust. That is not a good thing. The kind that I buy is the cheap kind, so after a few months they are just sort of done. I am writing this with the on-screen keyboard, and it is pretty tiring having to click on the “s” when I need one. I have two options. I could buy another keyboard, which I would be okay with, however, part of me doesn’t want to pour more money into this problem because I know that sooner or later I will have to have it fixed. I would have it fixed, but I also don’t really have the money now. (Being an unemployed student funds are tight, and I physically have the money, but it might make buying books next semester a bit tight. And I will have a lot of money in books next semester.) But I still have one paper left to do this semester, and writing it this way is going to drag out an already arduous process. Another factor – when I first broke my computer, the mouse didn’t work, but after about three months it started working, so part of me thinks that if I keep waiting, then the problem will correct itself. Conflicted — that is me. Oh well, on to what I really wanted to talk about.

The random format is because I haven’t posted in a while, and don’t see how I can convey my thoughts in any logical order besides that.

1. I’m at my parent’s house over Thanksgiving break. Five long days and five long nights. Five. Feels like a lot more than that, just saying. Good note — my sister and I are getting along better, bad note, I’m eleven once again. I’m spending a lot of time in my old room, listening to James Taylor — in other words I am back in high school. However, I have Sunday to look forward too (when I get to go back to Kent) whereas in high school I had to wait years for this.

2. I’ve been knitting, despite the silence on the subject. I have been knitting a lot, well, not a lot, but a little. I finished off this little number:

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(ha ha, the keyboard still has a bit of life left in it. I shall conserve it.) I promise a better picture once I get back to Kent, and or have the time to blog in the day time.

This is Mrs. LaidLaw’s Gansey, which is given a brief mention in the book Knitting Workshop, but expanded further in the video. Really, it’s just her basic gansey instructions — start at the bottom, gussets, cut for the armhole, join shoulders with a knitted garter stitch strap, and the sleeves knitted down from there. The stitch pattern isn’t in KW, but it is in another EZ book (Knit one, Knit all) so that’s why I slapped it on the list.

This sweater is a number of firsts for me. This is the first time that I’ve knit a pullover Gansey that didn’t make me look as big as a house. (This one is actually a touch tight.) This was the first time that I did this the way EZ says you’re supposed to, which is knit it all in the round and then cut it all for armholes. The last Gansey I made was a much more simple pattern and it wasn’t hard for me to knit it flat. However, this one is a bit more complex than that one, and it would have been a lot more work with a lot more room for error, so I felt that I would get a better finished object if I were to knit it in the round — which I feel that I did. But I’ll give this one a post of it’s own one day, and elaborate more on it then.

3. Oh, and this means (I think, the list is back at Kent) that I’ve got nine more things left to knit from KW. And one of them is a yoke sweater that has already been united for the yoke, which means it’s almost done. (I’ll show that one later, I forgot to take a picture of a minute ago, and it won’t be a decent picture anyway. This is more of a “I’m still alive” post than me actually trying to tell you anything.

4. I’m losing my roommate. Devin is moving in with a friend he made at college, so I’m going to have to find, or be assigned another one. I’ve been doing a little hunting, feeling like a poacher as I ask men if they are satisfied with their roommate. I’ve got a few prospects — Ryan is strongly considering it, his roommate is nice enough, but he’s too messy for Ryan. I am neater, and I’ve been drumming up how much nicer it would be if he were to live with me. (I don’t want to be the reject, so sue me.) And we would get along well too. However, I do feel bad for leaving Ryan’s roommate alone. But I could get over that.

5. The gift exchange. I have a large group of friends at college, and we all wanted to do something for each other for Christmas, but it was out of the question for us to buy for everybody, so we did a little gift exchange. We all drew names, meant to be a secret and went about our shopping and planning. But I am a nose-y little cuss and I was snooping and hinting around to find out who my person was. I had a list. Well, one day some of us wanted to do our shopping, so we went into Kent, and we went to the little hippy shop there. They’ve got all sorts of neat jewelry there, and a bunch of knitted things. Lynsey and I were trying on the finger-less gloves and I said “This is something that I probably wouldn’t make and certainly wouldn’t buy, but I’d love to have a pair of them.” Guess who my person was — Lynsey. She went back to the shop and bought the same pair that I’d been trying on. How sweet.  And that was even more funny because I had ruled her out too, so I was totally shocked.

I’ll talk more tomorrow or the day after. I’m tired and want sleep (I’m still on college time). I’ll save the apple dumplings and new sweater for later. Have a happy Thanksgiving, even though there is only about ten minutes of it left.

 

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No Time

No time left for much of anything. This is true. I’m knitting mostly in between classes, thankfully my schedule gives me several periods of about 15 minutes of waiting. I think that I’ll be able to pull of the same next semester, and I register for that in a few hours. My friends and I are all waiting up till midnight and schedule together. And I’m also so proud of myself that I know how to spell schedule. That was one of my “hard words” during my years of homschooling. See, college education paying off.

This post sounds weird, I know.

I have been knitting during everything here recently — that is the only reason that I’m getting anything done. I’ve got about half of a sleeve left on my gansey — plus a bit of finishing. I would put a pic of it up here now, but I’m in front of people, and while they wouldn’t think me that weird, I still do have standards, instead I will show you this picture of Grant and Karen wearing their matching denim shirts, and doing the prom picture pose. It’s a little blurry, but cute. (They are both my cute little babes.)

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Lit Study and Gansey

Okay, so the funniest thing happened in Lit study this morning. We are in the middle of student presentations this week. (I will tell you about mine here in a minute) and usually these things are really boring, but today was pretty fun. This presenter was doing a poem where a man is essentially talking about the women in the Victoria’s Secret Catalouge. We talks about their faces and their faces and their bodies, then gives the product description, sort of to rationalize his behavior. Towards the end of the poem, he mentions something about the rushing river, then something about the blooming roses, and then something about snow flying past the windows. No one in the room was addressing these, and I just couldn’t resist. I swear, I couldn’t. So I raise my hand and say something like, “You all are probably going to think I’m a pervert for noticing this, but the imagery of this line, seems to me like the guy is mastorbating.” The whole class laughed, and I went on to explain my reasoning, which all agreed was rather sound (he was looking at women in their underwear). After me, with the whole class, the professor asked if there were anymore questions or comments. Of course, no one could top that, so he said, “It’s appears we’ve reached climax. ” (He actually said that.)

Anyway, my own presentation was last week. I was doing a Psychological Criticism of Walt Whitman’s “There was a child went forth.” I worked all weekend on it. (Well, almost all weekend. It was Halloween here. Kent has a HUGE Halloween.) I did a good job, and the professor told me that it was the one of the most through readings he’d seen yet. (Every line of the poem I traced back to Erik Erikson’s Theory of Adult Development. Every line.) But it was really embarrassing, and it was all my fault. Okay so this class is at 7:45, so you know, I need coffee beforehand. (I even went to bed before midnight that night.) I get a cup of coffee from the diner downstairs, but it’s all watery, so I tossed it out on the way up, and got one from Munchies. (Another little market on my way to class.) I get a cup of coffee, but I’m running late, and I need caffeine. (I thought I was going first, I was second.) So I take a drink of it before it was cooled properly and I burn the shit out of my tongue. It was a really bad one too, and I had a lisp that morning that turned my “S” into a “th”. Remember that my presentation was on  Psychological Criticism. You can imagine how much fun that was.

But, everyone was impressed with me. (There are student evaluation things that get sent to the presenter.) One said that I had an impressive amount of energy for 7:45 in the morning. Another said that I was one of the best yet. And another said that I was probably interested in theater. (That made me laugh out loud.) I did get a 100 on it.

My friends and I are planning on doing a gift exchange the week of Thanksgiving before we leave. There’s about 15 of us all exchanging gifts. Then the week after Thanksgiving we are doing our own version of a potluck Thanksgiving, with all of us bringing something from home. I am bring pie to the latter.

I have been knitting enough recently, despite the radio silence. The sweater from the last post has seen a lot of action, it being both mindless and portable. I work on it while reading, while watching TV (what little I do watch) while waiting for classes to start. Sometimes during the classes. It has almost all of a body, and almost all of a sleeve. So, that one’s moving right along, mostly because I was waiting for a chance to steek my Gansey, so I was working on it soley. Now the Gansey has returned to the forefront. I talked to Deanna, my friend downstairs, and she let me use her sewing machine so I could sew and steek it. And I did just that. I am now joining the shoulders together with a strap of Garter stitch — like Elizabeth suggests.

This really is a clever trick for joining the shoulders of a sweater. I need to use it more often. You cast on 12 and then at the end of each row you knit two together with a stitch from the body. So you are joining them them together. And you also increase every so often to shape the shoulders, and raise the back of the neck. When you divide for the neck hole, you put most of the stitches on the back, and a few on the front, which raises the neck.

And that’s all for now. I have a paper on a poem to write.