I thought that I’d start having some free time again in September, but, oh, how all occasions do inform against me. A staff member at one of my jobs quit rather suddenly, so between my two jobs, I am working crazy extra hours once again for the time being, until her replacement is hired.
Thus, there has been rather less knitting progress lately than I would have hoped. And no cross stitch progress. Eep.
Continuing with my long-standing tradition of finding the easy part hard and the hard part easy, you would not believe how many times I screwed up knitting the heel flap. This was a very simple heel flap. On wrong-side rows, slip one stitch, then purl across the rest of the row. On right-side rows, s1 k1 all the way across. Really, really, easy. KJ said to me last night, “I do read your blog, although I don’t understand it, because I don’t knit.” KJ, if this is making your eyes glaze over, trust me, it’s ridiculously easy.
Yet I still managed to mess it up about a million times, and there was much tinking and frogging and gnashing of teeth. Then it was on to turning the heel, which apparently some people actually worry about, and I discovered that, as I had suspected, it ain’t no thing. Dude, it’s not hard. At all. Although maybe it’s hard to do right, ’cause my sock heel looks awfully small. Should it be that small? Is the heel on my foot that small? I think not.
I have now picked up stitches for the gussets, ripped ’em out, and picked ’em up again, and although I thought I might have done something wrong the first time, they look exactly the same this time. I don’t know if I need to fix anything, nor do I care at this point. I will forge ahead with my sock-knitting, and if I did anything wrong, well, I won’t do the same wrong thing on the second sock. (I can’t be the only person who feels like throwing up in her mouth a little when she says “the second sock.”) I’ve got some more gusset-y things to do now. I could not define the word “gusset” to save my life.
Lately I’ve had some good thrifting finds. About a week ago, I went to Value Village and bought a Return of the Jedi bedsheet and a New Kids on the Block bedsheet for $1.99 each, because they will make awesome linings for bags, or possibly bags all by themselves.
At a charity booksale, I found a great nonbook item. A 1978 Fashion Plates toy, for a dollar.
It only has eleven of the fifteen plates, but I have a complete one from 1987 or so, which I spent about a bazillion happy hours with when I was a kid. It’s at my parents’ house, though, so I bought this one a) to have it here at the apartment and b) due to sheer vintage coolness. I also have one from 1989 that just has faces, and a Crayola Fashion Designer Light Up Tracing Desk from 1992, but they’re both at my parents’ house, as well. I do have the Klutz Paper Fashions kit here, but I’ve never even used it yet, because I just haven’t had the time.
Yesterday I went to a church flea market and got the most adorable dish shaped like a lady bug, for only a quarter. I collect lady bug stuff, so I am thrilled.
This is already so long that I am going to have to wait for another day to detail my latest purchases at Michaels. Hee.
Regarding the Fall 2007 Knitty, I was thinking how nifty the Back to Basics pattern looked before I noticed who designed it, so she can take this as a bizarre sort of compliment. I didn’t read the name, ’cause I’m unobservant like that, and it wasn’t until I had scrolled down to the end of the pattern and thought, “Hey, that’s Deb‘s face!” So, yeah. Deb has a new pattern in Knitty.
I am also a very big fan of Call Me Crazy, David‘s “Knit Like a Man” column in this issue. Because it’s very brave to admit to having suffered from depression, and latter paragraphs of the column show the importance of doing a tiny bit of something when you don’t feel like doing anything: “I pushed gently but insistently against the limits of my endurance without actually pushing my luck.”
So I’d like to do my part and represent, yo. I have bipolar disorder. I’ve only made extremely vague mentions of it before on this blog. I’d been severely ill frequently, for a long time, and it hasn’t been easy. I have been completely stable for the past nine months, however, after finally finding a medication combination that works for me. Throughout the decade before that, I hadn’t imagined that such a long period of stability would ever be possible for me.
But it is.
With the wonder
and bitterness of someone pardoned
for a crime she did not commit
I come back to marriage and friends,
to pink-fringed hollyhocks; come back
to my desk, books, and chair…
…What hurt me so terribly
all my life until this moment?
~ Jane Kenyon, from “Having it Out with Melancholy”