In a funk
My mojo is gone. And not just my mojo of the knitting kind. There’s just a sense of malaise right below the surface and I’m trying not to let it get to me. Always look on the bright side of life. . .
This week has been full of ups and downs.
On the upside:
Thing 3 turned 4. Woot! The day after her birthday, she awoke asking “am I still 4 today?”
On the downside:
That “anteck” bag holds a tiny little gerbil awaiting its owner’s return from vacation. Nothing sucks more than losing a pet you’re gerbil-sitting for. (well, let’s put this in perspective–lots of things suck more, but it’s truly disheartening to have to call your business partner to say that “although we valiantly rushed the gerbil to the emergency animal clinic, he died while in our care” and then break that news to children). Thank God DH asked “hey, what’s this” before opening it the next morning as he was scrounging for breakfast.
And while I’m not feeling the love for any of my knitterly goings-on, I did finish the shell of the Brighton Bag!
This was a good knit. Mine is not nearly as big as the knitty one, but I wanted more of a handbag than tote, so that works for me. Brighton Bag is the subject of first MY knitalong, so the next step involves actual sewing machine sewing. Ha, good luck with that.
On the slower side, I’m on the 2nd sock of my 3rd pair of sprung socks.
I heart this pattern. I’m making it my sock pattern of choice. This time, I’m going toe-up (even though the pattern is cuff-down). I’m not going to do that again. I like knitting cuff down better. Anyway, the yarn was stitches east swag that I traded a MY t-shirt for. It’s from the Neighborhood Fibre Co. I really like it–not splitty at all, and this red is a great color.
But I’m feeling the need to get cranking on some other bigger project. Nothing’s calling out to me so urgently yet. The cavern cardi is appealing–a slightly bustier version of the cardi Risa’s working on, but I’m just not tempted to cast on yet. Maybe this is the collective voice of all my UFOs speaking to me (finish me, finish me. . .).
Margaret said,
April 22, 2008 @ 10:04 am
OMG! I’m so sorry to hear about the gerbil, you should meet my brother, he’s a wonder when it it comes to taking care of peoples pets while they are on vacation. He believes that the animals committed suicide as they missed their owners, but it’s a tad bit hard for a fish to commit suicide when he doesn’t get fed for a couple of days, and then when he does he gets half a bottle of fish food. But then how does he account for the gerbil, hamster, and bunny, Oops make that hamsters (plural). I hope that little story makes you feel a bit better.
So she’s 4 now, how cute and adorable that question was, kids are just too funny. She’s also very beautiful. CONGRATS!