A good phrase, coined by Kristin in yesterday’s comments. I’m in the midsts of Aran Doldrums.
To try to combat the doldrums, I’ve abandoned (just temporarily) my sock-in-progress and am schlepping (didja hear that, Debala?) the aran to and from work for commuter knitting, to try to make it go faster. Hey, an extra inch or two a day is an extra inch or two a day!
Yeah — I say that now. The temperature was slightly cooler yesterday — high in the mid-80s with lower humidity. Wait’ll we get back in th the 90s with 90% humidty. I’ll drop that woolen bad boy like a hot potato and be happy to have my little sock on the metro!
There’s nothing like a new book to beat the doldrums. In this case, an old book. Lookie here!
This is a Swedish knitting book that my friend Johanne in Sweden sent to me. One I’ve never seen before. There are lots of great charts inside for traditional Swedish designs. Lots of hats and mittens, as well as a few sweaters.
Max — X-treme Close-up!
For Cat, who asked nicely yesterday, a close-up of the funky side pattern on Max. It’s sorta squares with little bobbles in the center of each square. Not huge, gnarly, knit-back-and-forth-til-it-drives-you-batty-and-you-wanna-puke bobbles, but little dainty four-stitch bobbles.
Not as heinous. But bad enough.
More mousies in the mail! I’ve received mice from Pamela in Los Angeles, CA, Naomi in silver spring, MD, Stephanie in Beaverton, OR, and Debbi in East Lansing, MI. Thank you!!!!!
And in addition to my Aran Doldrums, I’m smack dab in the middle of a fashion crisis. Ever get that way? When suddenly everything in your wardrobe looks hideous and you want all new stuff?
Please note that this crisis does not extend to my sweater collection, so kindly do not bother to ask me to send you one or more of my sweaters. Thank you.
What is worse than a fashion crisis? A fashion crisis coupled with the desire to simplify. This has happened to me in the past. There have been times when I have taken Hefty bag after Hefty bag to Salvation Army in my frantic attempt to rid myself of Stuff. And I feel one of those urges coming on.
Help! Save me from myself! I have a huge roll of black plastic garbage bags and I know how to use them.
I am a Woman on the Edge.