I’m keeping busy. Stuff still sucks, as expected, but I’m still moving.

My latest project (others not withstanding, and this is still within my original New Year’s Knitting Resolutions post (priority six, kind of hiding): Thelonious socks.


I didn’t think I’d participate in this month’s Sockdown! Ravelry challenge (Cookie A. or intarsia), but I was empty handed today as I finished the ball of yarn off for Rogue, so I cast them on. The yarn is Sundara Yarn sport merino, and the colorway was one I had to jump on in an update. It’s called “Denim over Hyacinth” and it’s gorgeous. I didn’t mean to order the sport, but I’m thrilled I did. It’s very squooshy, and the fabric it knits up is dense and really nice. I love it. The color is fabulous– rather like the first socks I knit for J— but more unpredictable. It’s a semi-solid (or a “somewhat solid,” as she calls it) and I love it. I’m knitting the smallest size because of the gauge of the yarn, and I think it will be perfect.

So far, I’ve only made one mistake. Potter’s thumb, and I’m sticking to it.

This picture shows the stitches better, I think, but the color is totally off. The first picture is color-true.

I’m enjoying knitting them, too. They’re going fast, so far. Pretty pretty.


Rogue update


crap rogue picture

I know that’s the shittiest picture ever, but let me tell you how hard it is to take a picture of a cardigan without any shoulders while wearing it at ten o’clock at night. It’s hard.

I need maybe one more skein of the Malabrigo worsted, and the lovely Erin agreed to bring me the skeins she has so I can finish it. I think hers are the same dyelot, but I don’t really care. I just want to finish this so I can snuggle up in it and feel better about everything.

I need a comfort sweater.

Also, I was at Lovelyarns yesterday evening, just sitting and knitting, and decided to spend the money I was going to spend on taking J to dinner instead on laceweight yarn for my graduation shawl. The girls all have to wear white dresses (or pantsuits, but I’m wearing a dress), and I decided a crowning achievement would be to have an accent shawl.

Jojoland harmony

I want to knit the Icarus Shawl from the summer ’07 Interweave Knits. I think it’s perfect, as shawls go. The Harmony has 880 yards per ball, so I should be set, though I haven’t checked gauge or anything. Either way…

Anyway, I’m surviving. Tonight I think I’m going to the IND vs. Mercy basketball game with my parents. Today I went to lunch at the rotating sushi bar with my mom. I’m keeping myself busy. I told my TD/advisor at school about everything, and he’s been sweetly, awkwardly, quietly supportive. He rocks. So stuff’s okay. Ups and downs.

Embossed Leaves socks (FO!)

So, balls. Today I was back at school, and things were all right. Mostly I just feel like meh. It’s impossible not to think about J, and all the nice stuff we did together, and the recent, sudden shit stuff. Everything I do reminds me of him, because we did so much together. But today was okay. We’re listening to “The Odyssey”, translated by Robert Fagles, read by Ian McKellen, and it’s great. There’s just four students, myself included, and our teacher, and we’re literally immersing ourselves. It rocks. [It’s Immersion Week, and we do one thing all day for four days, don’t ask.]

But yesterday I finished my Embossed Leaves socks. They are lovely. The pictures aren’t great, and you can only sort of see the sparkles, but they’re fun.


Pattern: Embossed Leaves, by Mona Schmidt
Yarn: Merino sock, colorway “Topaz” in the Jewels collection, by Crash Into Ewe. I’m learning to dye from Terry later this year, and I’m psyched.
Needles: US #2, dpns.
Cast on: December 24th, 2007.
Finished: January 21st, 2008.


I’m wearing these socks now. I love having another pair for myself to put in my drawer. Yay!

I’m now working almost exclusively on my Rogue. The Zodiac sleep sack is nearly done… but frankly I needed some comfort, for-me knitting. I’ve attached the sleeves at the lower shoulder, and I’m knitting them together with the body. It’s real intense.

How I got f*cked.

So, once there was a boy. He met a girl, and they fell in love. For three years they spent time together, dealing with things, having fun. He went to college, and she learned to live. She got used to not having him around, but she loved driving to visit him for the weekend. She loved him so. He loved her.

Then, he became the president of the Astro club at school. The previous president stuck around, and when Astro club members were being particularly bitchy, he went to the previous president to complain and commiserate. Then he started to fall for the previous president, because she was (I suppose) sweet, and available. They started having sex, while the poor girl at home knew nothing, and waited devotedly for her lover to come back for break.

It started to get awkward. The girl blamed herself for being too weird, or nervous, or stressed. She tried hard to show the boy how much she cared for him. She tried to figure out the best balance for their relationship, while he (I suppose) didn’t help out, and kept cheating on her with his new girl.

Now, the new girl was an extra-semester-senior. She was graduating in December– about a month after (I suppose) he began his betrayal of the girl at home. She was moving to Philadelphia. One week, near the end of his winter break, the boy went to Philadelphia to visit his sister. He met up with the new girl there, where she was hunting for an apartment. He drove her back to his college, where she still had a place (and I suppose they probably f*cked there). Then he merrily began a drive home to his innocent, unknowing girlfriend, to whom he had devoted three years, and who had given him every fiber of her being and her heart.

He came home, and he told the girlfriend they probably wouldn’t last much longer. She was very sad, but she knew he could be right. Their lives were at different stages, they were moving in different directions, and the chance that they would stay together forever was slim.

Then she found out he had cheated on her. And her world seemed to break.

The story ends there. I’m crushed. He dumped me yesterday, and now I’m floundering a bit. Yesterday I cried and cried. I blamed myself and I blamed him. I blamed her. Now, I blame them both, and I no longer blame myself.

He broke our relationship beyond repair, and I am very sad.


Today, my mother and I went and got tattoos. They don’t match, but they’re in the same place.

I am strong, I am fierce, and I will survive.

Snow Fall

The snow is falling, I’m sitting at home with no school until Monday (end of the semester), and I’m knitting on my sleeves. I have technically finished the sleep sack, except that I have to weave in ends/crochet edges/sew in a zipper/duplicate stitch a zodiac sign. But I’m so glad it’s done, because I was getting really sick of the plain stockinette. Blah!

And so today I will be knitting shamelessly, taking some pictures of my mom’s jewelry, and watching the snow fall. Depending upon how much we get, I might go play in it tomorrow. Depending.

Anyway, I’m still alive. ^_^