The other day, the husbeast gave me some mad money. (He gave it to me by reaching into my shirt and sticking it in my bra. I promise he's the only one I allow to do that. Really. No matter how much I want to go book shopping.) I kept thinking I should do something new with it. You know, something I've never done before.
Instead I ran out to the yarn store and got some yarn, fiber, and books. To hell with it. I may be predictable, but I know what makes me happy.
The orange is some sock yarn because apparently the sock knitting bug has bitten. (Mostly I need something mindless and portable and my feet get really cold in winter.) The aqua is some Cascade 220 I'm going to use to knit some swatches with. I'd really like to knit Heroine from Twist Collective, but knowing my felting curse, I want to be damn sure it'll felt right BEFORE I destroy a hundred bucks' worth of yarn and blow weeks knitting the thing. I love the aqua color, but I've since seen another jacket in that shade that I love, so I may knit Heroine in russet instead. Assuming I knit it. I'll be sure to document the madness for everyone's entertainment.
The fiber is some Gotland wool. I'm still veeeeeeery slowly spinning away on that cardigan idea I have, one knit with all sorts of naturally colored animal fibers. Since I haven't done too many sheep breeds yet (got two types of alpaca, though, in three colors), this'll make a nice addition. Trying to decide if I'm going to add some gold Angelina fiber to it. (Think tinsel.)
The books? Well, I got a Spin*Off magazine, and another book I'll probably review tomorrow. It's awesome.
I hadn't been to the store since May, I don't think, so it was really nice to swing through, poke at new stuff, and stand in front of the Wall O' Cascade and marvel.
Lately I've been thinking of knitting and writing, in comparison to each other. You know, the process of writing an article or blog post (or book), as opposed to knitting a project. And I realized I'm a lot more patient with my writing. I'll write and re-write and edit, but if I knit something, I expect it to go perfectly on the first try. That seems a little crazy.
Once I started thinking about it, I started looking at the last three months' knitting as kind of like rough drafts. Fooling around with an idea, but not ready for publication (or wearing) yet. So, I started editing.
Most annoying part? It took TWO HOURS to unravel the Zauberball shrug-thingie. Oh- I also got out the micrometer the husbeast got for me and measured the needles I knit that sock on. Size zeros. No wonder it was a bit stiff. Sheesh.
So, I'm gonna try some re-writes. I know it was the right choice because seeing those projects reduced to squiggly balls doesn't bother me.
Now, I think I'm gonna go... knit some socks. Again.