Oooo, I have a bunch of finished knitted things around here. It's taking soooo long for things that are blocking to dry. Winter-time. I'd say four or five or even six days on the blocking board before they are ready. Smells like a wet barn. Clover's ears flicker. Is there something to herd?
I have been knitting a lot lot. I should get back to work, I know. I learned a long time ago to just kind of let January go. Even if I had an idea, I'd probably mess it up, somehow. I give myself a break these days. I didn't used to, but I do now. I do have two ideas, actually. One for a little hat and one for an embroidered alphabet sampler. But neither of them are knitted. Can I knit the taxes? 'Cause that's what I really need to be working on. But that's not fun.
The Curry Vest came off the needles in a day. That's probably nuts. I just have about, oh, four or five million things I want to make. That's all. Andy and I have been lucky enough to have a few weekends where we just sit around, watch movies, chop wood (him) and stoke the fire (me), make things to eat (both), knit (both — yep, he knits too), play Oregon Trail (not as good as the original, but still fun) and Words with Friends, and pet the pets. I said, "This is a lot like college. Just with better food and more animals. And a nice fireplace. Oh, and cable. And no homework."
I think we have all been kind of tired. It is so unusual not to have things outside the house lined up to do, but we haven't lately. So nice to not be careening from one place to another for a bit. I'm starting to feel very partial to January after all. This ain't bad.
Oh — question: Anyone have a recommendation for adult historical pioneer fiction (other than Little House on the Prairie — already read it)? Preferably a long book or a series of books?