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I’m stuck with what I’m knitting. The Lady E stole grows ball by ball. I’m on ball 6 of 9, [we are the Knitting!Borg, we will assimilate you] and I’m… bored isn’t quite the word, I think it’s complacent. That, and each ball begins and ends with the same color of purple, and I’m trying to avoid huge purple swathes across the stole. Maybe I could cut the purple out to the length of the fringe?

The socks have half of the cuff ribbing. Same old, same old.

I tried knitting new stuff, like EZ’s Pi Shawl. It is most obviously not going to work for the amount of lace weight I have, but it gave me a nice idea of what the color sequencing is going to be like, and what I can realistically expect from the yarn. Malabrigo lace wieght is so soft, and sturdy. Singly ply lace wieght makes me a bit nervous, but this stuff is holding up well to it’s third frogging.

Pattern suggestions, anyone? I have three balls, about 1400 yards, and I want to use the lot of it up.  It’s a souvenier from my trip to Seattle last summer, and I’m hoping for something feathery. Maybe I should just try and find a stitch dictionary and figure it out myself.

These are bulbs stuck in the glass container, which is now residing in the refrigerator. Matt got me Asiatic Black Out Lily bulbs, with accoutrement, for Valentine’s Day as my flowers. Wasn’t that thoughtful? We get to pick out various other bulbs to keep in rotation for forcing for the rest of the year. I thought it was sweet, and I can’t wait to watch them grow. Does the green in the stems count for PS 2009?

What do you do when you’re stuck on a knitting project, but nothing else seems to capture your attention?

I’ve finally gotten my spinning mojo back.

This has been spun up over the last few days, in the evening [almost night, really] after Matt gets home from work/class, and we’re talking about our days, sipping tea, and winding down.

Finally, the half point of the bobbin has been judged so that I can fill the plying bobbin, as opposed to over fill it. My spinning is getting more even, my plying needs a little work, but I only had to Andean ply maybe a yard at the end.

Dude. Cool.

[Yes, I do realize the fiber matches my pj bottoms.]

Matt and I went to a friend’s birthday shindig in DC on Friday. It was cold, as it is wont to be in this area in January, so I worked the whole of the day to finish a new hat to wear to said event.  It also matches my pink mittens perfectly. My… someone would be so proud, I’m sure. We’re not big on the matching in my family. Practical and practical, the lot of us. Maybe my aunt? Dad’s partner? I digress.

Presenting, very late at night, Gretel. I made the regular size, which fits my head perfectly. I think the people who can wear the fitted must not have as large noggins as I do. I really enjoyed working with the Malabrigo- my first time. However, I don’t think a sweater is ever going to be made out of it; it’s too loosely spun, and started to pill with the little bit of turning I did as I was knitting the hat. I’ve knit this before, and I’m really glad I made it for myself. It’s tempting to buy every color of Malabrigo to make more. I love it that much.

New socks for me! Elann Esprit cotton, which is turning out to make a nice, sturdy fall/spring weight sock. The top picture has a more accurate color representation. I finished this one up during the Super Bowl on Sunday. Wasn’t that a great game? I didn’t pay much attention to it; Matt’s family celebrates it as junk food Sunday, and I was much more focused on the Salt ‘n’ Vinegar chips. [Why yes, I do eat them until I get a hole in my tounge, don’t you?]

My concentration for my B.A. was basically Shakespeare.  I present my favorite sonnet, which I recited for my Sonnets class my senior year.

Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

For more information about the Annual Brigid Poetry Reading, go here.