So, I'm feeling pretty good about myself, breaking out the old notebook and calculator and whatnot, and so what if I'm working on a pair of anklets at the same time? Variety being the spice of life and all that, it doesn't seem like such a crime and it's not like I'm getting anything out of this sweater pattern anyway, aside from another notch on my Internet-cred bedpost (credpost?). Then, I finished the anklets.
I've gotta say, I love these. In the summer, I sort of consider pants a crime against humanity. And humidity. Anyway, I don't like wearing pants in the dingdang summer, which means I wear skirts 90% of the time.
Since I do a lot of walking, I wear sneakers maybe 75% of the time, and that means there's a very good chance I'll be wearing a skirt and sneakers together, something that I theoretically raise an eyebrow at, but am too practical to not do it. I do think that the skirt/sneakers combo is made even more dubious by above-the-shoe socks, so I try and wear anklets as much as possible. I've already worn these babies twice, and even though they're 100% wool, and thus very warm, the fact that they're anklets sort of makes up for it. They're also ridiculously bright against my navy sneaks, something I find very pleasing. So, I finished the anklets, which necessitated the beginning of another socklike project.
Pomatomus: Part II
After an ill advised attempt at knitting these socks in the Lorna's Shepard Sock I snagged at Sheep and Wool, I huffily bought another skein of my beloved Jitterbug, stuffed the Lorna's back in the basket, and started afresh on these. I really do like this pattern, and despite the fact that I keep fucking it up and having to rip back, it's going pretty quickly. Then, somehow, I started another sweater.
Notre Dame de Grace
Yeah, there was a sale. Yarn was bought. Luckily, my lust for tweed infected another. Some people like to encourage others to raise themselves above the petty material concerns of this world, and strive to reach that spiritual place within that all humans have the ability to attain. Not me though; if I'm going to roll around sinfully in a big pile of tweedy yarn, I want lots of company. Love you, Elspeth ;) This lovely mountain of tweed goodness is going to be the Notre Dame de Grace pullover from the summer 2007 Interweave. Weeeeee!
Apple pie from two weeks ago. There was a pie for the 4th as well, but no pictures were taken, and it was eaten so quickly I couldn't even get a leftovers shot. Ah well. Just imagine the most amazing pie your puny brain can conjure, then put some whipped cream on the top--that's what it looked like.