...and I just got off to a good start by publishing this to the 'net with no content. Which summarizes my day and probably where the ol' mojo has gotten to.
Here in the South we're doing our usual spring/autumn deal where we deal with two months' (or three, or four) of high daily temps and very low night temps. Last night there was a freeze warning. Today it is pushing eighty degrees F/26 C. These shifts leave me feeling like my head's going to explode, and is to the point I'm actually going to see a doc over it. (I've been on a doctor strike since I found out I'd been on Synthroid for a year when I didn't need it, due to bad lab technology. All my hair fell out and I felt like crap for a year, because of the lab. Bah.)
Bitch, moan, whine, complain. Anyway.
I've been sort of eh on the knitting lately, though the weather probably explains it. The only knitting I've done in the last few days is the gauge swatch for the Roulette Sock.
The Sock Roulette was a great idea. (Yes, Amy Lane, I admit it. Okay?) I don't know how many times I've seen participating people write "I wouldn't have chosen this yarn/pattern, but I like it". And that's exactly what I said to the husbeast last night while knitting up the swatch. (It's looking good for gauge; might start the sock tomorrow.) Love the yarn. Never would have chosen that shade of lavender. We should start letting other people choose more of our projects; I suspect unbiased opinions work better.
I did finish up the spinning, or at least the current spinning. (I'm sure something else to spin will turn up. Especially with payday next week. Ha.)
In total, with the other skein, 360 yards of orangey goodness. I think it's plenty for some plain old socks with a couple-four inches of twisted ribbing on the legs. The color alternately reminds me of clownfish and children's aspirin (orange flavored, of course) that I took as a kid. I'm thinking of this as my next Zen project. (With all the stress lately, I'm looking to have a Zen project going from now on, until the Goob is, what, thirty-five or so. Will the stress ease up then? No. Don't tell me. I don't want the answer.)
I think I've finally figured out what I want to do with the glorious wool that Bells sent me a year ago. But before I touch that, I want to practice on another clump of wool, so I'll be ordering that (and dyeing it) next week. And then... more spinning! (Carbon fiber? Never heard of it. What is this carbon fiber you speak of? Ya nichevo ne znayu.)
There was really nothing else for it today, but to set up an ad hoc photo shoot with my new gear.
There was good sunlight coming in my office window, and, one thing and another, I wound up with a hybrid; half new gear, and half the old, half-assed method of taking photos.
Then I hauled out some knitting and took some photos. Appropriately, I took pictures of the first thing I ever knit in stranded color, and the one I'm currently working on.
Before you decide you hate my ever-living guts for the stranded color skill, remember; I'd been knitting extreme lace and solid-colored clothing for ten years before casting on the Chainmail Sweater (the orange, pink, purple, and blue).
So, basically, my mojo is gone and I've got no idea where it went, how to recover it, and right now at my level of headache, I'm not sure I give a fuck. I probably will later. You know, like at Christmas when I've got nothing to give anyone as gifts. (I'm considering, cautiously, small knits like scarves, in non-feltable materials, for my brother's family. I've lost my mind.) For now I'm leafing through my knitting books, going 'oh, that's nice' and waiting for the fire to hit.
For now, I've got a kid who is pretending to 'do research' and 'play librarian'.
(In the last day she has discovered she can 'build puzzles'. Something else for payday next week. May all the gods bless my in-laws, who keep this kid supplied in educational and 'old fashioned' toys, or she'd have driven me insane. They'd already gotten her several puzzles.)
And Sekhmet says "I don't care how much catnip you give me, you're not getting me in that photo box to take low-light closeups of my whiskers."
Obviously I had the camera set wrong for that photo. Maybe if I got her in the light box...