One is the Loneliest Number

I may have said it before, but I have a little crush on Eunny Jang (who is about to become the newest editor of IK, congrats!). Before her, I had never felt the need to try colorwork. I also never thought about making mittens, let alone fingerless ones.

But then along comes Eunny with her Endpaper Mitts and suddenly I NEEDED fingerless mittens, fingerless mittens knit in Fair Isle.

And hence my Endpaper Mitt was born. It was so fun to knit - even given my dislike of dpns - and went quickly. It was extremely gratifying with relatively little effort. A perfect project.

There's just one problem - the pattern is for Endpaper Mitts - plural, as in you need to make more than one in order to not unintentionelly mimic Michael Jackson. Usually, knitting another wouldn't have been a problem, as the first was so satisfying. Berkley, however, had other plans.

Before I could even finish the thumb on Mitt 1, he stole both balls of yarn, and proceded to wind them around the condo. I eventually retreived the yarn and re-wound the balls, which should have been enough. Unfortuantely, Berkley REALLY liked the yarn. No matter where I hid it, he found it, and I returned home each day to a freshly decorated condo.

In the end, out of busyness and laziness, I gave up. The mangled pile went into the trash upon the arrival of the new roommate (who aparently didn't find the yarn maze terribly decorative), and the last little bit of purple was locked away.

So the mitt is all alone, but will remain for now if only for bragging rights.

What If?

What if I didn't finish my program?

Would life fall apart? Would I ever get a good job? Could I still accomplish what I want to? Do I really need the extra initials after my name?

I'm tired. I've stopped going to all but the most necessary classes. I do not want to finish this paper, and it's for the only course I even like.

I'm burning out and I'm not even half way done.


Pictures coming, promise.

Bizarre

Yet oddly mesmerizing.
At least Pathophysiology was useful for something...

Bad Girls Don't Have Time

That's what they say about journaling, and I think it applies to blogging as well. I've been busy - with work, school, life, etc., and I've been neglecting this space.
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.

Check out the hat action behind me!

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.

Soak!

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

Neckline detail

And, of course, Berkley was there every step of the way.
Actually, he's helping me right now...