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I'm feeling a little overloaded.
Deadlines: Somerville news briefs, including redoing briefs I thought were done; softball story; five pages of the novel.
Huh? Things I thought that were finished that reared their ugly heads again: A green-space short I handed in last week; my Reuters assignment from June, which can finally run this week if I get quotes from a Monday meeting in Roxbury, which I did despite the fact that I was home sick.
Thinking ahead: Covering something at 6pm Thursday; next week's news briefs.
Reading: Sudden, unstoppable drive to read through the rest of A.S. Byatt's "Frederica" tetralogy. I finished Still Life and am about halfway through Babel Tower.
Depressing: I didn't even make the finalist cut for a web content job I wanted and thought my resume matched. What did I do wrong at the interview?
Knitting: Started the cardi (new moon) and immediately knit about two centimeters' worth to fend off despair at how long it will take. Also despair at my unthinking purchase of 36" size-one needles, whose loop gets maddeningly in my way. In my defense, I bought them Sunday in the midst of sudden sicky wooziness.
I was thinking that any project that would require a 24" needle could use a 36" needle, so I might as well buy the long one. Huh? Bunched up, my ribbed cardigan back is barely ten inches long. And, plain brain sense here, I'm giving it a try: When. Will I ever. Knit something whose circumference is so big that it can't bunch onto a 24" cord. ON. SIZE. ONES.
Cooking: Sauteéd greens and zucchini; quiche with greens and zucchini, chicken/zucchini fajitas (tons-- everyone's invited for dinner). Sense a theme?
Further casualty of my wooziness, not counting the non-parallel grammar of these subheaders: I am not one of those knitting stash demons. When I read knitting blogs where people talk about all their stash yarn, I feel faintly green. Not with envy. I don't spend enough time knitting to load up on stuff for the future. The thought of having extra yarn fills me with guilt and horror and a subtle sense of morbid doom. In fact, I have only one impulse buy in my closet: The pretty greeny-yellowy hand-dyed silk from Lucy's yarn sale. Everything else is leftovers.
Well. Leftovers. Sales. I'm a frugal gal in many ways, and I'm already thinking (with dread) of the half-ball of forest-green Regia I'll have left after the current socks. So when I saw this green-etc. Regia yarn in a sale bin, 25% off, well. We've discovered my Achilles's heel.
(Note cardi start to the left.)
Wooziness! I now have two-thirds of a green Regia sock to knit; a self-patterned green-etc. pair of Regia socks to knit, and since the yarn's self-patterned I'll have to use a plain pattern that will bore me silly (did I mention that the cardi starts with 8" of K2-P2 rib?); and some future, imaginary pair of socks that somehow uses up all the Regia leftovers without forcing me to sew in ends every other night. I feel ill now in more ways than one.
Good thing I quit hating that yarn. Maybe I should take kitty's advice and just sleep on things for a night.
Deadlines: Somerville news briefs, including redoing briefs I thought were done; softball story; five pages of the novel.
Huh? Things I thought that were finished that reared their ugly heads again: A green-space short I handed in last week; my Reuters assignment from June, which can finally run this week if I get quotes from a Monday meeting in Roxbury, which I did despite the fact that I was home sick.
Thinking ahead: Covering something at 6pm Thursday; next week's news briefs.
Reading: Sudden, unstoppable drive to read through the rest of A.S. Byatt's "Frederica" tetralogy. I finished Still Life and am about halfway through Babel Tower.
Depressing: I didn't even make the finalist cut for a web content job I wanted and thought my resume matched. What did I do wrong at the interview?
Knitting: Started the cardi (new moon) and immediately knit about two centimeters' worth to fend off despair at how long it will take. Also despair at my unthinking purchase of 36" size-one needles, whose loop gets maddeningly in my way. In my defense, I bought them Sunday in the midst of sudden sicky wooziness.
I was thinking that any project that would require a 24" needle could use a 36" needle, so I might as well buy the long one. Huh? Bunched up, my ribbed cardigan back is barely ten inches long. And, plain brain sense here, I'm giving it a try: When. Will I ever. Knit something whose circumference is so big that it can't bunch onto a 24" cord. ON. SIZE. ONES.
Cooking: Sauteéd greens and zucchini; quiche with greens and zucchini, chicken/zucchini fajitas (tons-- everyone's invited for dinner). Sense a theme?
Further casualty of my wooziness, not counting the non-parallel grammar of these subheaders: I am not one of those knitting stash demons. When I read knitting blogs where people talk about all their stash yarn, I feel faintly green. Not with envy. I don't spend enough time knitting to load up on stuff for the future. The thought of having extra yarn fills me with guilt and horror and a subtle sense of morbid doom. In fact, I have only one impulse buy in my closet: The pretty greeny-yellowy hand-dyed silk from Lucy's yarn sale. Everything else is leftovers.
Well. Leftovers. Sales. I'm a frugal gal in many ways, and I'm already thinking (with dread) of the half-ball of forest-green Regia I'll have left after the current socks. So when I saw this green-etc. Regia yarn in a sale bin, 25% off, well. We've discovered my Achilles's heel.
(Note cardi start to the left.)
Wooziness! I now have two-thirds of a green Regia sock to knit; a self-patterned green-etc. pair of Regia socks to knit, and since the yarn's self-patterned I'll have to use a plain pattern that will bore me silly (did I mention that the cardi starts with 8" of K2-P2 rib?); and some future, imaginary pair of socks that somehow uses up all the Regia leftovers without forcing me to sew in ends every other night. I feel ill now in more ways than one.
Good thing I quit hating that yarn. Maybe I should take kitty's advice and just sleep on things for a night.
posted by Danielle at 2:34 PM
1 Comments:
Sleeping sounds good! Just reading your blog was making me woozy! Hope things settle down.
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