I find myself pondering many things today. Why do I always seem to decide I need to take a shower in the middle of a thunderstorm? That's never a good idea, yet it always seems to work out that way. How does that little frog who lives on my kitchen window survive with the sun beating down on him for half the day? You'd think the poor guy would dry up. How did those Triscuts get in the pantry? I didn't buy them and I haven't seen B bring any home.
Deep thoughts, I know. I'm a regular philosopher.
I've been pondering my knitting projects as well as these important questions. I've drawn a sad conclusion.
I am suffering from simultaneous cases of Second Sock Syndrome and Startitis.
I've got a pair of socks completed. Fantastic, right? It would be way cooler if they matched. I've at least started the second Charade, but keep getting distracted by things like the Tangled Yoke Cardigan, the Josephine Top (with the lovely PURL BUMPS...I'm so dumb sometimes), swatching for the Simple Knitted Bodice, contemplating an Hourglass Sweater, and wondering if I have any yarn in the stash that would work for Bristow.
With all these projects swirling around in my brain (and my living room, and my office/studio, and my bedroom.....) I figured out a way to focus.
Start something else.
The good news is, I finished it in a matter of hours.
After some simple fiddling with the pattern, I turned a lone skein of stashed Lana Knits AllHemp 6 into a mini-Everlasting Bagstopper for my beach bum sister. Just the right size to throw in some sunblock, a book, a drink and your keys. Perfect for someone who lives a whole 2 minutes from the beach.
I sewed a strap for the bag, which was not so good. Whenever I touch a sewing machine, there is bloodshed. Actual blood. I break needles. And other things. And then B very, very, very patiently fixes them and finishes up my botched sewing project while I pout and curse in the corner. Unfortunately, B wasn't home today when I was battling the sewing demon, so the straps became A strap, and I would advise against examining it closely. The little do-dad there is an old Roxy keychain I cannibalized and added as a makeshift toggle. Stash knitting? Check. Re-purposing stuff I'd had lying around for-evah? Check. Happy sister? Check!
Sister is in town this weekend with J and the little dog, and we're all attending the shindig my landlords are throwing tonight. I think there's about 50 cars parked on the property right now and people wandering around everywhere. It's a birthday party for my landlord, who I believe just turned fifty. I've already been warned that there may be drunk men peeing on my lawn in the wee hours. I plan on closing all the blinds and not going outside once we come home for the night.
Tomorrow I'm having a party of my own. Just me, some DVD's and some swatching for the multitude of sweaters in my knitting queue. Sounds like a perfect day to me.