The laundry is in the washer, I’ve had my coffee, done a little knitting, and now I need to settle myself into work mode for a while. See how successful I am at doing that? Anything to put it off for just a little while longer.
It wasn’t the best week ever in terms of discipline–I went a little (okay, a lot) crazy when one of the online yarn pimps posted a great sale on Cascade Eco Wool and I somehow bought enough to make another Moderne Log Cabin, this time around for my own greedy self. I’ve lusted after this yarn for ages and if the time it took me to knit my last Log Cabin is any indication, I’ll get plenty of mileage out of the yarn. Still, I could have used that money for other purposes.
Since I’m in full confession mode, I also bought enough Wool-Ease for another project, this one slated for my mom. She’s showing signs of her age–she’s 86–and there may come a time when she’ll have to go to assisted living. If that happens, she’ll need clothing and bedding that’s washable, and I’d like her to have something made by hand, and with love, to keep her warm, so I’ll be making another blanket for her in her favorite color. Pink. Yay. I’m not a pink girl, but it’s for a good cause, and I got a wicked good deal on the yarn. Which I desperately needed because there’s no yarn in my house at all. (Cough). None that’s washable, that is.
The yarn fever burned through me pretty quickly and I was (and am) kind of horrified that I spent as much as I did when I have a crap ton of yarn already and I’d sworn to knit mostly from my stash this year. It’s a madness that seizes me from time to time, but I think I’m over it for now. The Sheep and Wool Festival is next month, however. Oh dear.
In other news, I ate too much, but my clothes are a bit looser anyway. All that reaching and stretching and squatting and standing at the liberry has done me good, it seems. My Buddha belly is less rounded. I can actually see that I have collar bones. My shoulders are more defined, and there’s less of that arm flap stuff. All good.
That’s the week that was here in a peanut shell–not all that great, but not horrible, either. Still, I look forward to a better week to come.
Later: Ironically, there has been no work available today. Sigh.