I'm telling myself the stress levels are lower, now that the school situation is sorted. Then I remember I signed a contract with the state of Pennsylvania to provide a minimum of six hundred hours of instruction for my child in the next year, and feel like throwing up. Added to that, the Goober is going through a phase of not listening, which is doing nothing to help the gag reflex when I think about trying to teach her. So, yeah. I know how to teach. I'm good at teaching. What I don't know is how to motivate small children to learn. This'll be interesting. Not necessarily in a good way, either.
In an effort to de-stressify, I've been zombie knitting. In my case, the sock. It looks like this now:
And I'm reasonably sure it'll fit! So long as the yarn relaxes when washed, it'll be fine. Since the swatch did relax, I have hopes for it. Now if only I can replicate it...
Haven't spun a yard since we moved. Before I go back to the Steampunk yarn, I'd like to try getting my hands back to some kind of fitness, so I'm wanting to spin this:
It's a Corridale batt I picked up last Mother's Day. I was thinking I could divide it in half, spin two super-long color repeats, and chain-ply them. Then use the yarn to knit socks. Being me, I'm thinking one sock red-orange-yellow and one sock green-blue-purple. Unfortunately, the view of my living room, from the spinning wheel, looks like this:
Which makes me want to beat my head on a wall. Not terribly motivating.
Not much going on here besides stress and yelling. With luck, I'll motivate and write some history posts I've been meaning to get to. And I still need to do the Vogue Knitting wrap-up, don't I? Hmmmm.