I have been knitting. Taking the time to write about what I'm knitting takes time away from the knitting itself, which is usually more important to me. I do, however, like to have my progress documented, and it's nice to be able to look back at what I've done before. I also love to stalk other people's blogs for advice and inspiration, and I would love to think that others could be inspired by me (that's assuming anyone other than me reads this, which isn't always the case...)
But enough about my inability to consistently blog!
I've been knitting whenever possible - less than I'd like due to the fact that I'm pretending to have a real life, which includes spending time with other humans and away from the needles. As a single twenty-something, hermiting isn't necessarily the best idea, and going out is pretty essential. Because I am trying, I've found myself in places such as "Necto" which is where frat boys and law students go to prey on barely 18-year-old girls. Not really my favorite place, but potentially the best dancing music in the area, so as long as you can fend off creepy sportcoat-and-pinstriped-fedora-wearing men, it can be a decent time.
My attempt at a social life is also why I found myself coming home from the bar at at 1 AM on Thursday. Again, nice time, but all I really wanted to do was finish the sleeves on Sahara. Flash forward to 3ish and me on the couch finally binding off the last stitches of the left sleeve. Twenty or so minutes of end-weaving and it was officially finished, but so was I - crashed shortly thereafter. This morning (afternoon actually) was for blocking, and photo-taking.
I soaked Sahara in some warm water and Euclean. Don't mind the "products" lining the counter. My friend and I have a pact (similar to men's porn pacts) so that if one of us were to die, the other is to go and remove most all of the deceased products, this way we won't have to be remembered as so girly and self-absorbed.
The water turned a very pretty shade of fuscia
Hand for emphasis
Due to the color leakage, I was afraid to lay Sahara out on a white towel on my white sheets, so I found a big red beach towel. Unfortunately, it sheds like crazy
From the front
And the side
And, of course, Berkley was there every step of the way.
Actually, he's helping me right now...