Well, the title about says it all. Not too much out of me today; I just don't have the energy.
I'm dead tired for no good reason; spent the day flitting between actually working and indulging in detailed fantasies about coming home/ my little house. I'm going to sit in my bunk, read Chris Ware, watch the second season of Mad Men, and knit for the rest of the night.
To make up for it, my three favorite webcomics. I read these pretty much every day. Go forth and enjoy.
Questionable Content (Trust me, the art gets a LOT better over time, and the writing is fantastic.)
Anders Loves Maria
Something Positive (I promise, they're not all as upsetting as the first one!)
All the links are to the very first comics, so you can obsessively work your way forward.
Due to the generosity of knitters, indie dyers and some incredible friends, I have more than a bit of a stash out here. I call it my Afghani-stash, and it makes me so happy; on the whole it is a tactile, smooshy, warm and soft representation of the kindness of strangers and the warmth of friends.
I have a bit more than I know what to do with right now, and I've sworn not to buy anything else until I've worked through the majority of what I have- and that'll probably carry me some time into my return to the States. I've purchased very little yarn out here- I really haven't needed to- and I'm trying to avoid getting any more. I'm getting pretty stoic about it. So when I face deep and severe temptation, I take drastic steps.
(Alchemy Sock Yarn in Deep Forest, from fiberphile)
Please, someone, for the love of God, go to fiberphile's shop and buy some of her sock yarns. Make yourself something lovely out of them. Send me pictures, and let me live vicariously through you, but get them sold so I can stop compulsively looking at them, nearly buying them, and feeling weak. Her oranges and greens are terrible for my stash resolutions. The yarn is gorgeous, smooth and strong and well dyed- it even comes with a tiny Eucalan sample!
(Eclipse sock yarn in Ember from fiberphile.)
Billy should be flying back to us tonight; coming home, we call it, which is funny because really he just was home. While I was on my mid- tour vacation, I slipped up several times and referred to this place as home, something Sam didn't appreciate in the least. And this is not home, not really, although it does feel like it some days; this is only just home for now.
Speaking of Billy, his scarf comes along well, although I'm running out of one of the yarns. A full length doubleknit scarf in DK weight yarn? Sure, two skeins of Swish DK should be enough, no problems. 246 yards? More than enough. What the hell was I thinking? Honestly, I think I straight up wasn't thinking at all; I think I just fell in love with the color combination. I cruised over to the website hoping to buy more only to discover that Knitpicks won't be carrying Swish DK in Cobblestone Heather until March, damnit.
I put the call up on Ravelry, but if anyone has some scraps I'd be much obliged.
I'm off to get my run in, so I can shower and be ready to pick Billy up at the airport for his o' dark- thirty arrival.
(Side note, and completely unrelated: I've begun to show an unsolicited interest in quilting. What the hell is wrong with me? Will this ever, ever stop? Why the absolute lack of monogamy to any one craft, ever? And why am I suddenly interested in learning how to make the perfect french cream puff? I hate baking. )
Happy Groundhog's Day, everyboy! (I nearly forgot.) Sam, Kiddo and I briefly considered moving to Punxsutawney, PA, back when we were in our first let's get the hell away from all this movement. Visited, cruised neighborhoods, dreamed small. I tried to find our pictures, but couldn't seem to dig them up. Oh, well.
To celebrate, a link- have you seen Mochimochi's Godfrey? Her Groundhog's Day entry, replete with several different takes on the pattern, is too wonderful.
Sam came back with some very reasonable estimates from a general contractor this week. I've spent the day dreaming about my house, and the studio I'd like to have, and just plain living in a mostly- finished space that is all ours- that not only belongs to us but that we shaped and made to our specifications. How incredibly romantic is that?
It is so incredibly romantic, this dreaming of houses, that I did something completely out- of- character and bought Sam a Valentine's gift. Sort of. I mean, whatever. It's Valentine-y and squishy- sweet and almost February. I don't want to commit to calling it a Valentine's thing, because V- Day stresses me out and I've always appreciated our mutual boycott, but really, one gift doesn't doom us to obligatory, scheduled emotiveness forever, right?
(Right?)
Anyways. It's handmade and awesome and I can't post anything more about it until he gets it.
In other news, the P- Mate? You remember the P- Mate. Of course you do, and if you don't, please, take a minute to refresh your memory. This may be a little too much information, but there had been requests for reviews. If you don't want to read about peeing, now's the time to navigate away, otherwise- it's been a week now, and I have this to say:
The P- Mate is the best invention in, well, ever, girls. In ever.
Never again, the horrors of the public toilet. Never again, cleaning up some filthy strangers' leavings while desperately needing to pee. Never again with the careful, time consuming creation of a tissue- paper nest in order to have a 15 second piss, never again the utter failure of the paper protector. Never. A- fucking- gain. I feel nigh- on liberated.I bought two more packages this afternoon, because I don't ever want to be in this port- a- john heavy base without one.
(And while I'm at it, I need to formally apologize to Sam. I get it, sweetness. I really, really do. I was wrong.)
In the mail today was this very silly fleece hat from Carolyn. It's warm and cushy, with perfect earflaps for hiding the forbidden earbuds while I run on post. (How can you simultaneously encourage running and discourage headphones?) It is also delightfully goofy, which is required in any earflap hat; there should be a law.
Also- in my change from coffee today: the elusive Tricky Dick pog! I know I've posted about AAFES pogs before. I collect a few of them- the comic book characters, the sheep- related pogs.Billy gave me a Tricky Dick pog months ago, but I lost it, and I haven't been able to find another until tonight. Thrilling! I'll keep better track of it this time.
Professional dilettante, fiber junkie and avid reader, rehabbing our little house in Baltimore while fervently wishing for more hands.
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