Slog
Work has been so deadly dull lately. Unfortunately, it's still considered pretty poor work etiquette to just whip out the knitting even if there is not much else to do. So I'm refraining from continuing my snail's pace work on the DarkityMa Shawl at work.
Other than that, recent knitting news only contains the catnip mouse I just made to finish off a care package, and the afghan squares I have yet to knit for a charity to which I promised to contribute over a month ago.
My big stumbling block on the squares is a pretty stupid one: I don't have any superwash/acrylic yarn in worsted weight and in the right color!! I've had about two opportunities to purchase said yarn but diverted myself with other crafty plunder.
It's a shameful mix of yarn snobbery/procrastination that seems to have slogged me on this well intentioned project.
So. Not much to report here. The sudden realization that we are flying Back East for the Grande Holiday Tour in less than two weeks has finally sunk in and we're getting panicky. We've promised all the family-types that gifts aren't happening because of various emergency expenditures that have happened to all of us over the last year... but there's still at least three kids to consider (or, as many as seven if we include friends' offspring).
Since when did the Toys 'R Us become such a frightening and confusing place? I know I'm a lot larger than I was when it was a fantasy land of magic and pure happiness; however, the absolute soul draining, cart jamming, parent frazzling experience we had this past weekend trying to find anything that might be deemed "not sucky" by our nieces and our friend's 15-month-old.
After about an hour of wandering around fruitlessly and two voicemail messages to Those in the Know, we left empty handed. We're going back again tonight, armed with new knowledge--like what our eldest niece wants in a Leapfrog setup, and the fact the T'RU is open 'til midnight. Hopefully a late night raid will yield better results.
Never thought I'd ever, ever in a million years say this, but. I hate shopping.
Other than that, recent knitting news only contains the catnip mouse I just made to finish off a care package, and the afghan squares I have yet to knit for a charity to which I promised to contribute over a month ago.
My big stumbling block on the squares is a pretty stupid one: I don't have any superwash/acrylic yarn in worsted weight and in the right color!! I've had about two opportunities to purchase said yarn but diverted myself with other crafty plunder.
It's a shameful mix of yarn snobbery/procrastination that seems to have slogged me on this well intentioned project.
So. Not much to report here. The sudden realization that we are flying Back East for the Grande Holiday Tour in less than two weeks has finally sunk in and we're getting panicky. We've promised all the family-types that gifts aren't happening because of various emergency expenditures that have happened to all of us over the last year... but there's still at least three kids to consider (or, as many as seven if we include friends' offspring).
Since when did the Toys 'R Us become such a frightening and confusing place? I know I'm a lot larger than I was when it was a fantasy land of magic and pure happiness; however, the absolute soul draining, cart jamming, parent frazzling experience we had this past weekend trying to find anything that might be deemed "not sucky" by our nieces and our friend's 15-month-old.
After about an hour of wandering around fruitlessly and two voicemail messages to Those in the Know, we left empty handed. We're going back again tonight, armed with new knowledge--like what our eldest niece wants in a Leapfrog setup, and the fact the T'RU is open 'til midnight. Hopefully a late night raid will yield better results.
Never thought I'd ever, ever in a million years say this, but. I hate shopping.
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