Fall has fallen and it’s really November. I know a lot of people don’t like November but I do, as I’ve mentioned before. It’s gloomy and rainy and unusually warm for the season butI can’t help but think that we’re almost in December and Christmas is just around the corner. I’m not sure how I feel about that, I know it will be a more stressful time for me overall, and not just due to Christmas, but I hope I will get some of that Christmas feeling as well.
I don’t mind the gloom right now either, I’m too busy to notice anything else anyway. If only I can finish a sock before it’s time to unwrap the gifts, I’m happy.
My sock is badly neglected but today I got a moment to finish the first one. That’s good and all, but that also means I have one sock left to knit as feet often come in pairs. I have cast on the second sock but that’s it. I like them and I do like to knit socks, it’s my regular pattern (I think you can call it that after 11 pairs) and I think it will be great but again, the time, there just is none.
One thing was good about today’s finished sock (besides the obvious progress of course) at that was the amount of left overs. I was worried I wouldn’t have enough yarn for socks this size but the amount left shows I could have knit even bigger socks. I have another ball for the second sock and I must say that I like sock yarn that comes in smaller balls because then you know, without weighing, that you have enough.
Note to self: you should never pick a project with 118 ends to weave in but you should most certainly not do such a project when your over all crafts time is limited to a minimum. This takes forever and feels so wrong when I don’t have any time to knit or crochet as it is. 18 ends to go.
Embracing the Friday feeling by going out for coffee. The café actually served lent buns which I’ve never seen in store before Christmas before. My friend had one and said it was great. It actually felt a little mischievous, lent bun in November. That’s unheard of. Once you get to a certain age you don’t need much to feel mischievous, but that’s fine, it makes it easier to spice things up in life.
When I was a kid I read a lot of novels for teenagers. I can’t say any of them were particularly good but it kept my reading up, which made it into a good habit. One series I read was this one, Chrystal Falls, about a small town on the American East coast, where the gap between the rich and the poor is huge and divides everyony in the little town. The other week, me and Agnieszka talked about something that reminded me of the series and I mentioned it to her. She got interested and while visiting my mother one day I picked up the books and brought them home. Now we’re both reading, she for the absolute first time and me for the first time in 20 years. One needs a little wisdom and life experience to truly appreciate them, I think, because they’re hilarious. And annoying, tiresome, awful, hysteric, cute, nostalgic and completely hilarious. The’re badly written and even worse tanslated. The main character is tiresome and the love interest is just… too much. He is tall and strong and wears a leather jacket and leans on things (and is of course only in highschool). The other characters are clichés and there are so many levels here that I definitely didn’t see when I was a young teenager but I doubt that the writer saw them either. They are rubbish but also sums up pop culture for teens in a great way. Best guilty pleasure in a long time.
I’ve had this song stuck on my brain all day. “Woke up it’s my birthday.” Well, yes it is! I’ve had a good one too. I woke up early (because someone woke me up early, but with presents and singing and cake and so, no, someone else was hungry) and had a soft morning. Then I headed to school to do a recording for an exam with my class mates. After that me and a friend went out for coffee.
Then I had cake at work, not due to birthday but for other reasons, and then I had bought pastries for my students. All in all I’ve had a lot of sugar today which is perfectly in order and exactly what you are supposed to have on your birthday. I also got good books and greetings and love and had a great day.
I counted. My crochet shawl contains 118 ends to weave in. Two of them were due to a knot on the yarn but all the other ends were part of the pattern. 116 ends. Insane! I wove in 50 of them at knit night with Annelie and another 10 the other night. Tonight I wove in yet another 10 and I still have 48 left. I hope to be able to weave in a few every night and perhaps by the end of the week I might have a shawl ready to block. But can’t we agree that 116 ends is completely unreasonable? 116 + 2. And the shawl is not big either. I’ve made blankets with less ends to weave in. This is clearly going to take me a while to get over.
As a reward for all the ends I wove in yesterday, I cast on something new. I still have a shawl and a pair of socks on the needles (and the second half of those ends) but I wanted something new too, a reward. Plus, this is DK weight and my shawl is lace weight so I definitely deserve something heavier. (I’m really not a lace weight person.)The color is great too. I think it will be a fun project.
My little crochet shawl accompanied me to knit meet with Annelie today. The plan was to weave in all the ends so I can block it at the next opportunity. That was an optimistic plan.I wove in ends for more than two hours, then I figured I had done enough and moved on to newer projects. (Remember Barney Stinson’s one rule (one of the one rules): New Is Always Better! I can only assume he was talking about knitting.)
Two hours meant 50 ends woven in. 50 ends. That’s insane. And the sad thing is that I still have a huge amount of ends left. I can’t say I like weaving in ends but I’m fine with it, I do it, as long as I feel that the amount is reasonable. Remember the socks with a total of 28 ends? That wasn’t reasonable. This shawl with close to 100 ends? Not reasonable either. I figure I will try to do a couple of ends each day and I should have a shawl to block by Christmas or something. At least I’m halfway through.
I got one of those good packages today. You know, the ones that contain the best things. This had yarn in it. Yarn in lovely colors. Pink and green and yellow. Even in the feeble fall light it looks great. Now I just have to decide what to make. And when to make it. I don’t know what will be the trickiest problem to solve.