Archive for September, 2009

Out of the Ether

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

I get a lot of spam. Not so much anymore that I’ve fiddled with the comments a bit but I still get a few that I have to delete (they don’t show up anymore on the pages though until I approve them). A lot of them are for drugs or making money or sex you up pills cheap! Some are even just a series of question marks.

One caught my attention in particular though:

“You can cry underwater your tears are merely hidden.”

I just thought it was neat. Possibly true. I’m not sure if you can cry when underwater. I’ve never tried. But if you could, your tears would certainly be hidden.

Doin It My Way

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Making things harder for myself isn’t something new to me. I seem to do it with everything. I can’t possibly just follow instructions as written because that would be far too easy. Can I follow the same path that everyone else is treading? Nope, I have to veer off into the underbrush, snagging my clothes and getting scratches (and possibly poison ivy) all the while wondering why on earth it’s so hard to complete what it is I’m attempting.

This is something I’ve accepted about myself and yet still halfway through whatever it is I’m trying to do or learn I stop and go “Well, huh. Imagine that.”

Take my latest one of my obessions. Possessing fingerless gloves. Not just any fingerless gloves though. That would be far too easy. No, these have to be a pair of gloves created by Cheryl Niamath for Knitty.com called Dashing. I’ve been obsessed with these from the moment I laid eyes on them. These are the gloves that will CHANGE MY LIFE. Or something. All I know is that I instantly fell in love with them.

I think that I really wanted them because they seemed like a complicated project to undertake. Knitting on double pointed needles (DPNs) was foreign to me. Cables, I had practiced a bit, but never in a project before. What wasn’t to love? I’d learn to knit on dpns, I’d do some cables, and then I’d have myself a fun pair of gloves.

And a year later I’m still without them.

It turns out that knitting on DPNs is not only not for everyone, but it’s freaking hard. So many pointy little bits all over the place. All at once. I think I’ve tried to start these no less than 6 times. I have a feeling that this is going to be a lot like learning to crochet, though that I had to learn backwards. I predict that if I can ever find someone to sit down with me and show me how to do it there will be a lot of yelling at needles and yarn and words will fly that would make a sailor blush. It’s a process. It’s how I function.

Then I thought about buying a pair on Etsy and while there were some really beautiful ones available and they had cables I disliked something about every pair I saw. Too many cables. Not enough cables. Too long. Not long enough. Not the right color. Too dark. Too light… And then I realized that the only way I’d be happy with a pair of fingerless gloves, truly happy, were if I made them myself. Which is sad because it’s so much easier to buy handmade things by skilled people instead of trying to master that skill yourself.

Until I can get in line with everyone else though (those who can do and those who can relinquish complete control of how their perfect garment should look) I decided to experiment. Who doesn’t love a good experiment? I certainly do. And most times they work. Sometimes they don’t, but that’s life right? I’ve nothing to lose expect time by taking this gamble and a pair of gloves to gain if it works out the way I want it to.

So instead of continuing to try and knit these gloves on DPNs (per the instructions and probably the easier, smarter way to knit them) I’ve decided to knit them on straight needles which is interesting because I get to reverse every other row. Which is confusing. And I’ve learned the valueable skill of UNknitting without dropping any stitches.

My knitting is terribly slow. Horribly slow. Grass grows faster than I knit. So to make things more interesting I’ve decided to try and set my deadline for having these gloves done (IF they work out that is) by October 12th. This is a date of our office retreat where we’ll be sitting outside in a pavillion all day. In the cold. Where there will be no walls to block the wind. In October. Where it will probably be around 60 degrees if we’re lucky and possibly wet.

So here is my progress. I’ve almost come to the portion where I’m supposed to put in the extra bit of a different color yarn to make the thumb hole which scares me shitless (Yarn that isn’t tied down to anything! That could fall out! At any moment!!!). How I’m going to make the thumb, I haven’t decided. I may fake it with some crochet. I’m good at doing crochet ribbing and while it may look a bit different, these are for me and don’t have to be absolutely perfect. Just mostly perfect. I’ll most likely end up agonizing over the final product in any event so let’s all just go with it ok? Once this is done, I’m going to attempt to seam them up and make a tube. I’m excited.

Does This Mean I Get A Whip?

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

I’ve been stuck this week in one of the places I hate most of all. I’m sure many people have faced the same annoyances and have done so with grace, patience and possibly even understanding. I face it with a scowl, a glare and some four letter words.

I just feel out of synch with life this week. I’m stuck in the dreaded “Hurry up and wait” phase. You know what I’m talking about. You have to wait and wait and wait and then you have what feels like a five minute window to move mountains and then you have to put the brakes on and wait again.

I am many things, but a patient waiter is not one of them. I don’t enjoy waiting for things. I want to know now. I want to plan now.

Hopefully things will fall back into the lazy rythm that they were a few weeks ago. Until then, I fear that I’m going to be stuck in the center ring of the circus.

Musings

Friday, September 18th, 2009

It’s Friday. It’s also been an extremely long week. Epicly long. The type of long that seems too long to be true.

The thing about long weeks is you have to let them go or else they’ll bog you down and destroy the far too short weekend.

That’s what I’m doing this weekend. I’m letting it melt away.