The last of the articles (twice as long as requested, with about 10MB worth of photos attatched) are winging their electronic way to Canada, and I am back to having no deadlines and being able to knit whatever I want. Whee!
These are the current projects:
On the left, the steeked jacket (you can see I'm not much further than anyone else), and on the right, the very beginnings of the lace curtain. I'm not pushing on the lace, it's just there as something to knit on when the heavy stuff makes my hands hurt and I still feel like knitting. It'll be lucky to get done by summer.
I am attempting to exhibit some kind of project monogamy, so I'm not starting anything else major until the steeked jacket is done. It has suddenly clicked in my brain that the next sweater after this is the Geometric Star, so I'm knitting like a fiend. (Inspiration is where you find it.) Plus the weather's been chilly (hah - below 70, barely) and it'd be nice to have the jacket to wear.
Otherwise, yesterday sucked. As evidenced by this lovely photo:
That's my brand-new martini shaker. See the big, jagged gaping hole in the side of it? On it's SECOND DAMN USE, it shattered. Fortunately I'd had a towel wrapped around it, or the glass would have wound up in my hand. As it was, it destroyed a mangotini that had to be poured down the drain. I just got the thing for Christmas, and it's toast. This really pisses me off. And it's not like I was using it to hammer nails, for crying out loud. I was making a martini in a martini shaker, and it BROKE. What the fuck is up with that??!!??
At least I still have the cool glasses I got to go with it. I went back to mixing my martinis in tupperwear. No style. It's the year of Bond (007, get it?) and I'm shaking martinis in a plastic container. No style whatsoever. Yes, this really pissed me off.
Anyway. The baby is asleep, the cat is asleep, I don't have any more looming deadlines... I think I'm gonna go knit something. Cheers!