Of great amusement to me – when I purchased the yarn for this project, which involves me making 6 of something-or-other, Coffee laughed and said I would never get it all done in time to mail to the recipients. I am pleased to say, to him, HA! because I’m pretty sure I’m right on schedule. Ahead, even, maybe.

Speaking of knitting, our classes are over. We’re not signing up for the next ’round (starting in January) since we’re trying to get the Stitch-n-Bitch groups more active – and those are free! – and both of us are fairly comfortable knitting by ourselves these days. Having just found a LYS that’s unspeakably affordable and with a great selection, I’m pretty sure I’m set for knitting for the rest of eternity. I liked knitting with a bunch of people, but with any luck the SnB group will perk up and we’ll be knitting in larger groups again anyway.

Changing subjects…

Can I just say that I feel like the biggest tool on the face of the earth when I’m sitting in front of my SAD light? I’m cross-legged on the floor with my face a foot away from a blazingly bright light, thinking positive thoughts and breathing deeply, and this little voice pops into my head and shouts, “YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT.” So much for positive thoughts. At any rate, the light does seem to be helping. It’s almost December and I haven’t curled up into a depressed ball of goo to whimper yet. And last night? I slept all night again. That’s two non-panic, full-sleep nights in a row. If I didn’t know my brain better, I’d pronounce myself cured. But I’ve met my brain, and I’m pretty sure it’ll fuck RIGHT UP AGAIN if it thinks I’m relaxing and assuming it’s done screwing with me. :)

Changing subjects, again..

Last night, before bed, the temperature outside bumped itself up to 17 degrees. That’s, um, 62.6 degrees F for my American friends. Tomorrow is the first day of December and it’s pissing down rain. I was pretty sure that I was living in Canada, where we have, like, WINTER, but apparently I was mistaken. On the plus side, a few more years of global warming and I should be able to grow my own vegetables year ’round in the yard.

Meh. I need to eat breakfast before it’s time for lunch.

Yeah, I know these aren’t vegetables..

Tonight he lost all his potential “innocent cred” by informing me that he wasn’t sure of the NAME of the woman he slept with prior to me until after they boinked. She had told him, but he couldn’t remember it.

Who knew my husband was such a trampy ho?

:)

There was a Mythbusters marathon on Discovery last night. Have I gushed enough about that show? I think not. As I whined last night, “How can anyone expect me to SLEEP when this show is on?!” Coffee solved the problem by taking the remote and turning off the TV at 2 am. I think I would have stayed up all night watching it, otherwise. I really love that show.

But at 2 am the television was turned off and I rolled over and went to sleep. Woke up this morning at 8 am, drank some coffee, solved a couple of Sudoku puzzles (damned husband) and here I am.

Did you catch that? The part where I did NOT wake up in panic, did not HAVE any panic and slept soundly all night? Did you?

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooo!

GO ME! GO ME! GO ME!

*ahem*

Yeah. I’m pretty pleased.

This won’t surprise you, but I absolutely hate doing gauge swatches. I avoid them. I despise them. They’re useless knitting (except for that whole “making sure things are the right size” thing) and once you’re done, there’s nothing you can do with that little 4″x4″ square. Grrrrrrrrrr.

I’m making this cardigan, and I paid a fuckload of cash for the yarn. It’s bad enough that I’m terrified I’m going to screw up the knitting in general – so I’ve been working on my swatch. I HATE GAUGE SWATCHES.

I do, however, love Chicknits.

Apparently New York is infested – even the “expensive hotels”. *shudder*