the aliens really need to wipe my credit card number out of my memory. cause until then i will keep getting things in the mail. like yarn.

I really haven't bought much yarn lately at all. I have a million projects and plenty of yarn. But it's sock yarn. And technically I only sort of have enough for all the socks I want to knit. Wait. let's try that again. I have some sock yarn. some of it is almost finshed into socks. the socks that rock is destined for either pomatomus or beaudelaire. which leaves a spare pattern there to get fiber for.

then there's some groovy opal that is for b's socks. i started them a long time ago, but frogged them during some severe frustration. (sorry honey) but they'll start again soon. and then there's some other koigu that i got on sale, but that's IT for sock yarn. and i have to have something good started by the time yarnharlot comes to town, and and and... ok, I'm a total asshat whiner saying I "only" have koigu. but the colors... they have to speak to me and tell me they need to be a certain pattern. omg. now that i think of it, well, i have more opal too. stuff for b. god knows. it's probably breeding in those huge tupperware boxes anyway.

but see, i just wrote to ask about yarn that she was out of. the kind of mail you don't really expect to hear back on right away, maybe ever, but these are knitters who know the sound of hunger. so of course i hear back the next day saying "well as a matter of fact i do have a few skeins of the color you want in stock".

could you throw in some of that other one too?

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My knitting story of the week... So, I was at the doc (short story is that I'm not actually anemic, blood worrk was gloriously perfect, and this latest round wasn't allergies, whatever it was it's now pneumonia) and I got there a little early, and I was looking forward to settling in to do a little knitting whle I waited. The second Leaf Lace sock is going very fast.

I didn't realize how serious the docs office was about not waiting. They are serious. I was six stitches into a new row and the girl came to get me to go back. She saw the knitting, and asked about it, so I showed her the completed sock.

She complitmented me on how nice they felt, I tried to tell her they were merino wool (koigu) but she kept going... "those are really nice, that's nice fabric, those are like socks someone would pay FIVE DOLLARS for!" I looked at her in stunned silence. She continued "I heard that there are actually FIVE DOLLAR socks at WalMart! Can you imagine paying FIVE DOLLARS for socks?"

I muttered something as I put the knitting away. Not even knowing where to start. Most of my socks are minimum five bucks? Had I not got the Koigu on sale the socks I was knitting would have been 20 some odd dollars in yarn? I has taken me a couple of months to get these done, so that work would work out to about a penny or two an hour? Not to mention that WALMART IS SATAN and I wouldn't go there if everything was free?

If I've learned anything, it's to just shut up sometimes. She meant it as a huge compliement, and I'll just take it that way.

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that's what I'm dreaming of.

but it's summer, which means chores and activities every minute of every day. going to work is when i get to relax. this weekend was no exception. b. worked very late on friday. so, i had the evening to myself. self, said i in the middle of a row (probably the socks i'm working on for mom) - let's go DO something in the other room. in fact, it's going to be move big heavy stuff around night. and it was. saturday was yardwork, painty stuff, throwing things away, and sunday was more of the same, throwing in "decomissioning the rock pile". what a pain in the ass, it looks so benign, rocks, on the ground, in a place where there should be something more stable so someone won't launch themself into the concrete stairwell to the basement. it took forever to get all those damned rocks out.

in any case. i'm boring, but the house is looking better!!!

oh, and i love our ISP. love. love. it's dreamhost.com, and i set up a new blog, soup to nuts, in about 20 minutes. no, i don't have permission to tell yet. i can't even manage to post on this one, let alone another one. but the other one might end up being more motivating.

jeeeeeebus i'm sorry this is so boring. i'll come back with a good story or something.

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I'm not the only one. (Incidentally Savanna Chik is a GREAT new knitting blog find!)

MrBossMan is repeatedly appalled when I come up with new driving entertainment. I knit, I watch TV, I read. In the drivers' seat.

Having said that (and in that way for effect), let me explain that I sit in traffic. A lot. The drive that takes 20 minutes without traffic frequently takes up to an hour and a half with traffic. I don't knit while pushing on the gas pedal (knitting while rolling forward 5 feet has been known to happen). I sometimes watch something on the iPod - only one earbud in my ear so I can hear sirens and get out of the ticket if need be. And reading - well that's self-explanatory. Everyone reads in traffic.

I finally have a legitimate reason to go from manual back to automatic!

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the sock went too. it sat with the GPS for awhile. one day it will be whole.

we got to the superbowl party after a) it was over and b) everyone was totally trashed. sometimes it is sort of entertaining to be the sober one. sometimes.

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