Creating Text(iles)

Way too many books. Way, WAY too much yarn.

Name:Anne
Location:Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Christmas Knitting

At this point, Teresa, Deb, and Wendy have collected enough money from the KnitBloggers for 6 "Knitting Baskets" -- that's 2 llamas and 2 sheep each. I expected a high turnout for their project, but I'm happily surprised by their success, which has been even greater than I thought it would be.

I'm hoping we get them up to 10 knitting baskets -- that would be a nice round number.


I'm in the process of knitting up an "Eros" scarf in teal, for a work buddy. As invented by Plymouth, it had a lovely openwork pattern. I hated it. It didn't show off the properties of the mesh ladder as much as I like, so I'm redoing the thing in seed stitch, which makes the square "jewels" pop, as they don't in the openwork.

All of which means I'm not going to get it done as quickly as I'd like, alas. We're headed into the end of the semester -- we'll all disappear for Thanksgiving, and then we only have one week left of classes, and then we've got finals, and parties, and various Christmasy sorts of things, and then we all go to San Diego to look for new professors, and then we come back for the new semester and have more interviews of prospective new professors -- excuse me, have to go lie down now for a minute.

Ok, I'm back. I'm all right with the schedule if I don't look ahead. Start planning and it's too much. Just slog through, that's my idea.

Anyway, where was I...oh yes. Time running out.

I've been reading around the blogs about the Christmas rush, but see, here's what I'm doing -- I'm Not Knitting For Christmas. Nope. Everybody's getting Baked Goods. Or better yet, UnBaked Goods -- pleasant-looking layered cookie mixes in jars. Even better yet -- no jars; clear plastic cones. That's what sort of year it is.

So I have to get this scarf done, before it turns into a Christmas present, since it isn't -- it's an UnBirthday Present, which, as Humpty-Dumpty points out, you can have 364 of a year.

There's glory for you!