Sock yarn. It's the coolest stuff, especially the stuff that automatically fairisles (that's a verb, right?). If it takes you a year to knit a pair of socks like it does me, maybe you'll want to make some pom-poms with the yarn. Remember this conversation I had with my sis about these? It seems funny now that she totally wasn't getting why I would take a picture. I love that. Cracks me up. Especially since we had had many, many, many conversations about how much each of us hated taking pictures prior. Anyway, some of these little choco-pinks are from the rest of that skein. (Info's in the comments over there, too.)
Then there were these socks. My socks of shame. I never finished the second one. It's halfway done. And I've started another pair for him. I didn't know that knitting socks on 0s was best. For me, anyway. Nice and smooth. I barely know anything about socks. I'm not really a knitter. Everyone's making socks. It's very inspiring. I'm too lazy to go link them up here but you've seen 'em. Siri, Jane, Amanda. I want more time for sock knitting. I just got more yarn for a pair like this that Siri made (and oh my goodness if you'd like to see some amazing knitting and a ton of absolutely gorgeous hand-knitted socks look at her photos — they make me want to be a better knitter, seriously). But I'm already starting to panic about not having enough time to relax this winter. Why do I do that. Chill out dude. I can't. I can. I can't. I can.
I hope I can.
Here is my dream. I'm sitting on a comfy chair-and-a-half [note: I don't actually have a chair-and-a-half, so a comfy chair would do, but a chair-and-a-half would be even better], in front of the fireplace, sipping hot chai, knitting a sock, corgi at my feet. I'm all caught up with all my work, it's pouring outside but I don't care. Perhaps there is an apple pie in the oven and the dishwasher is going. Even better, there would be something yummy bubbling in the crock pot so I wouldn't have to get up and make dinner, either. The phone's not ringing. The computer is off. Music is on. What should I listen to? I don't even know. Doesn't that sound awesome? If only, if only it would snow. What kind of music sounds like snow?
A few weeks ago I was spending the morning with my niece after a sleepover and I said, "Oh, I'm so excited, I only have one thing to do today, it's going to be so great!" She looked over at me to see if I was kidding. I think she thought I had to be kidding. She's polite, though, so she said nothing and continued to embroider her puppy with balloons. I realized that doing one thing in a whole day did not sound like a good thing to a seven-year-old. I started laughing and said, "You probably don't think that sounds like a good day. You're probably happier when you do about seventeen things in one day, right?" And she got very relieved and excited and said, "Try fifteen hundred!" And I said, "Yes, you take after your grandma, not your Aunt Alicia." I think my mom has met her match in that one. It definitely skipped a generation. If my niece decides to become self-employed, this will serve her well. I think the greatest asset to self-employment is enjoying driving your car around town running errands/picking up stuff/looking for things you saw once and need more of, as I did all day yesterday. If you're considering leaving the cubicle, I hope this sounds fun to you because I swear this is about 75% of what I do. And if you live in a city with Urban Growth Boundaries I hope you live on the edge of town and not in the middle of it, because all your stores will be miles and miles away. Anyway. I'm just sayin'. Loving to drive fourteen places in one day is very helpful if you would like to be a soccer mom or a self-employed handcrafter.
Pom garlands are cute. You don't have to have a pom-pom maker to make pom-poms but it's a lot of fun to use the contraption. I got mine from Mariko, here. I got another simpler pom-pom making kit yesterday at Michael's, to make bigger poms. I want to make HUGE ones. Making yarn into poms is helpful psychologically because you feel like you're using up your stash though you needn't count any stitches or worry about things falling off needles to do it. And then you have these great, cheerful, innocently sweet fluffballs to string together (just thread a yarn through the centers) or attach to your ice skates. You can even pretend that they're snowballs.