My June goal is rather simple, really: I need to chill the fuck out.
I thought I was doing okay with the yarn dyeing and the baby-raising and the sweater knitting, and the book researching and the working out, and that it was all chugging along okay. Then this morning I realized I've been knitting the same sweater (the steeked jacket) since January, and I was taking tranquilizers before I went to the Post Office. It seems, perhaps, that a little lifestyle adjustment would be a good idea. A little more knit, a little less run around spazzing out. That's the goal.
If, by chance, I manage to finish some stuff, that would be great. But I'm going for some relaxing knitting for the month. That's the goal.
The Mystery Knit is going to be finished and the pattern written - for the NEXT Knitty deadline, not this one. I just don't need the stress. If I manage to borrow a camera and retake the lace article photos, I'll submit that June 15, but if I don't, that's okay, too. I've gotta quit freaking on the details. I'm not doing anyone any favors. (Particularly not the people whom I live with, whom I am supposed to love.)
Yesterday, to kick off this new idea, I went to James Island and hung out with Terby and knit on the steeked jacket. Tonight, I'm going to go to a knitting guild deal and hang out and knit on the steeked jacket. (It's what I feel like working on, it's easy, and it needs done.) It was nice, to sit and knit and chat and not sweat deadlines and finishing details and other screwiness.
Mid-June (on pay day), I'm going to order some yarn for a new design (haven't decided which one yet, but odds are good it will be a yoked sweater like the Blue Shimmer, of some kind or other, either in imitation of ancient Chinese porcelain or ancient Egyptian clothing), and alternate working on that, and working on all the other projects I've got started.
Otherwise I'm thinking of phasing out the sock yarn and just selling lace weight while I phase in designs for sale (as I write them). I can't dye piles of yarn AND knit designs. Something's got to give. Not to mention the Post Office is probably my leading cause of stress.
Anyway, in cute news, the baby's had a rocker since last Christmas that the in-laws gave her, and suddenly, as of this past weekend, it's her favorite toy, ever. You know how that goes, where they play with one toy every day for weeks. So here's the latest:
Although at the moment she's not rocking, she's jumping up and down in her crib, pretending to nap.