In Between Days

Today (Monday) has been a little too much like the last several....days, years, whatever....
I don't know what to do with myself (so come on, am I quoting Robert Smith or Jack White, who were both quoting other people in the first place?).
I am bored. It's too hot to do anything at all, and things just seem ANXIOUS.
Usually, it helps to knit. But I just finished two big sweaters, and really don't have another project to go to (I am one of those very annoying knitters who finishes what she starts). I made the socks to match the ones I made for Illanna, out of that yarn I dyed some weeks ago. I think they are kind of ugly, but I have a closeness to them anyway. I am making another pair for Stephen, but they are far from inspiring (I don't blame the yarn. It is a very nice Lang "JAWOOL" jacquard, in color 82, which is basically brown on brown). Socks CAN be fun, I know that, but I prefer this mindless knitting in between other projects. I always make them the same way, and try them on as I go (this can serve as a bit of entertainment, as I made S take off his shoes several times while knitting at the City Bakery on Saturday. No Health Code Officials descended to break up our band of merry knitters, but you never know). I have a circular shawl in soy silk that I am busy designing, but it is not inspiring me either. I don't want to design. I don't want to knit someone else's patterns. I have plenty of new yarn, new books, new ideas....but BLAH!

I can't sit down, or relax, or even enjoy my nightly Green Tea Crack-a-Chino. We just said goodbye to two very special visitors, and are waiting for three more to arrive later this week. We are waiting for news about the hurricane and my free-spirit brother in New Orleans (Steve has taken to making jokes about Katrina and the Waves to relieve some of the pressure). We may or may not have FINALLY sold the Indy house after 13 months of nothing. The girls are back in school for the year, and are getting settled quite nicely. I am between a good and bad spell with my health, and I am frankly tired of waiting to see which way the see-saw tips.
Here at LGS we don't really care for being quite this "Bloggish" for the most part, but I feel a little dive into personal details and such is a needed indulgence from time to time, and when I hate myself for it in the morning, I will chalk it up to seeing Venus and Mars in the same week. I also know that in a day or two, things will be back to whatever normal is to me and those around me, but for right now, it is all just getting to be too much. Or maybe it's not enough. It is so hard to tell.
So, I ask you, dear knitters, help me out.....Tell me what to knit. Give me inspiration in what you are knitting. What do you do on in-between days, those days when you don't really want to get out of bed, but have to because you did sign up for parenthood or school or some other type of job once upon a time? LusciousGraciousStudios professes a strict "create something every day" rule, which is what keeps us going for the most part, but I can (and often do) accomplish that in my sleep. I have decided to take every single piece of advice from all of you and combine it into something smashing, or smash-worthy. It's a challenge, for both of us. You get to decide what you think would entertain and/or annoy me, and I get to take out all of my ennui on your recommendations. If we are all lucky, I may even throw a hammer at the finished object, a la Man Ray.....I am getting a wee bit encouraged already.
While I wait for responses, let me tell you a little more about myself (I figure if I am going to be "that type" of blogger, I may as well go all out, and even if no one ever reads it, the girls can look back on it and see what a nutter their mother was at this stage in my life, which may go a long way toward explaining whatever condition I am in at that time. I have a feeling they will be looking long and hard for clues).
I read "Old New York", a collection of four novellas by Edith Wharton (all very precise in their perfection), "Ripley's Game" by Patricia Highsmith (I couldn't stop picturing John Malkovich as "Tome"), and "Sins of the 7th Sister" by Huston Curtiss (chilling and heartwarming AT THE SAME TIME) this weekend. All three are worthy of a cheerful recommendation, but apparently not even the best of literature could break me out of this funk.
I could cast about for blame, and say it's the weather, or maybe it's our favorite yarn shop taking a three week holiday (grumble, grumble, but it IS much deserved, and who in their right mind needs yarn when it is almost 120 degrees outside, anyway?). Perhaps it's just the disease and the bad dreams and visions that come with it, or it could be that the children are back at school. Maybe it's the threat of turning another year older and not even being somewhere with beautiful leaf-turning to make it bearable. I suspect it all has something to do with the departure of a true friend of my heart...but the truth is it is all of those things and it is none of those things. Let's just chalk it up to a fibre deficiency and add a little more wool to my diet. I promise in a weeks' time to have something spectacular to share, some truly blog-worthy miracle of knitting. Or at least a photo or two of some more socks. Yeah for socks!
I know what I need. That big bag of chocolate, and Elizabeth's "Almanac". And I don't even have to get out of bed to get either one. I feel better already.
Sincerely,
kikiluscious, who has discovered that there are actually TWO bags of chocolate, and therefore may not leave the bed until October.
Front View





(that's how I made this beauty. I had nothing to do with it. It is a very simple design, and the colors did all of the work). Some colors will clash. You will cringe, and possibly grit your teeth. It's good for you. Persevere, and wait to see what happens with the finished project. Take some notes, and use them when choosing yarn online or at the store, or when you are ready to dye your own at home.







The pictographs were mostly red & white. These had turned black from smoke.




We then went down to Crescent Moon Ranch for a different view.










I finished this pyramid bag (triangle version) over the weekend, pattern coming soon. Just need to felt it.




Don’t waste time knitting something you would rather not. If you know that a new mom in the family is going to shrink whatever hand-knit dainties you give her, she would be happier with a gift card from Baby Gap. Brother-in-law want you to knit seat covers for his truck? This, the same guy who gave you a can of peanuts from the gas station on your 50th birthday? Naw. Tell him your arthritis is acting up, then give him the name and number of your knitting nemesis. Let her deal with his wacko requests. On the flip side, if your three-year-old niece asks for a fuzzy lime-green raincoat, and you’ve been dying to try out the pattern, start knitting. Shorten that “must knit” list, and start in on something that truly inspires you.





She also changed the neck to include this lovely ribbed design.



































