29 March 2011

The Face, The Hair, The Clothes!

Because I don't have enough projects on the needles, I cast the centre piece on today. Nothing like vintage fashion doll wear for that quick and easy feeling of success.  I've made this before and it's extremely satisfying.  My own clothes may be a fright but, darn it!, the Barbies will look smashing.

23 March 2011

In Which I Go North

OK.  Enough navel gazing.  Let's get back to what's really important - yarn!.
I travelled up to Mary Maxim on Monday.  All the way north to Eglington!  I had heard they were hiring so I brought my resume and tried to talk with the manager.  She was underwhelmed.  Oh well.  May as well take the opportunity to yarn browse.


I've been knitting socks pretty much non-stop lately and a quick mental stash count resulted in the decision to buy one more sock's worth of yarn.  You know, just to stay ahead.  I couldn't choose between the MM house brand (gorgeous colour but slightly rough texture) and the Scheepjes Invicta (proven track record, smooth texture and unusual red tone).  They were priced so low that naturally, I bought them both.
Later at home, tucking them into the stash, I discovered several projects worth of sock yarn that I had forgotten I owned.  Oops.  I'll just have to knit faster.

21 March 2011

Steeltown

It is possible to drive past this place to somewhere green.  This place where a tired, disappointed man sweats and works and starts talking at age thirty of retirement to Florida at age sixty five.  Drive past this place, weekly, pay cheque in hand and return home to the woman who is not a porn star. A woman you frequently scream at and sometimes hit.  Give her the pay cheque, the part you haven't drunk at the bar, so she can go buy white fake French Provincial furniture to put in the powder blue living room no one is allowed to enter.  Marie Antoinette would love it in here with its crystal chandelier and china dancing ladies. It looks like fake fucking Versailles except no one in this house knows what Versailles is.  Who has time to read a damn book when there are so many diapers to change and so much vacuuming  to do?  When the kitchen curtains and wallpaper have to be changed every two years?  Who knows?  Maybe looking at that ugly sofa, off of which the plastic never comes, standing in the unused room in the house no one ever visits, makes it easier to bear when getting an elbow to the face.  Drive past this place every few months returning to Mother when the shouting gets to be too much, the silent babies bundled into the back seat.  She'll accept you and the bundles in the middle of the night and let you stay for a couple of days before sending you back home to lay in the bed you made.
Now drive way past this place, forty years past, on buses and trains and taxis and airplanes.  Drive through universities and theatres, hospital wards and cafes.  Drive through religious fervour and casual sex, bulimia and bad marriage. Drive until you land in a small space in the middle of an urban landscape, where there is no man, disappointed or otherwise, and barely any pay cheque.  There is no plastic on the discounted floor model sofa, only teen aged children who laugh and spill food while playing the music too loud and petting the cats who shed and scratch the carpet.  Paper crafts are being made and no one is vacuuming up the bits.  A friend stops by to quote Ginsberg.  Another emails from the coast to say good night. Look outside the window.  There's a great big tree.
And now you can stop driving because you've travelled far enough, for a while at least.  

Besides, you don't even own a car.


15 March 2011

Knit Night

Poor Koko was not able to knit last night.  A cone gets in a girl's way!

10 March 2011

Everything In Its Place

So, the other day I had to staple some papers.  I reached into the desk drawer and the stapler was not there!  The stapler is always there because that is where the stapler lives.  The few and far between times when a stapler is required are never stressful because I know I can reach into that drawer, without looking and put my hand on a stapler.  Not this time.  Those that know me know that this is the kind of occurrence that makes me lose my shit.  After rummaging around a while I actually had to call The Daughter on her cell and ask if she had used it recently and not put it back.  Negative.
I am a person who lives alone part time.  There are many problems with this lifestyle, bouts of loneliness being the largest of these.  However, one distinct advantage is that I know where everything is.  Things have their place.  They get used and then put back where they belong.  This strikes me as being not only logical, but as the only proper way  to go about things.You can see how deviation from this plan would drive a person like me batty, can't you?  Note that I lived for twenty years with a man who every time he had to polish his good shoes, (maybe twice a year) he would go buy shoe polish because he couldn't remember where he put the tin the last time he used it.  This makes steam come out of my ears!  The waste!  The inefficiency!  Here in my single lady apartment, I have had the same tin of shoe polish for nearly three years.  And I know exactly where it is.


So, the other day, being Sunday, I slept in a bit.  I was vaguely miffed upon waking to find the apartment dim because The Daughter, who had woken first, had not opened the blinds.  The first thing I do every morning (well second after putting on the kettle) is to open all the blinds.  Every evening as the light begins to fade, I close them again.  Any sane person does this.  Who are these people who live all day in low light with drawn blinds?


Hmm...  It has recently dawned on me that I may have become set in my ways.


It's kind of funny to list and write about my quirks. Joking aside, I do wonder sometimes if I've become too rigid.  I'm not saying that I want someone else in my life right now but if ever I do, will there be room?  Will I ever be able to give up any of the control I've gained by creating this uber tidy and organized living space?  I lived for so long in chaos, in constant crisis mode.  There is so much peace derived from my routines and organization now.  I wonder if there is a half way point somewhere and if I'll ever be able, or even desire to find it.

06 March 2011

Couldn't Sleep

So I knit.
Finished the Waving Lace Socks at 1:30 AM today.  They're very pretty.  I do wonder about the strength of the fabric with all that openwork. Time will tell.
I've made a lot of small things lately.  It's time for a bigger challenge.  I cast on a cardigan this afternoon.

03 March 2011

We Went For A Walk, Just Me and My Sock


It was a cold one out there today and the park was very gray.  Today's extreme cold froze all that standing water of the earlier warm weather and created ice rinks where paths used to be. I actually had to cling to the fence posts on my awkward climb up my usual hill or risk falling, ungracefully, on my ample middle-aged butt.  It was kind of fun once I got over worrying who might see me.  Anybody else hardy enough to brave today's climate deserves a good laugh.

At the end of the adventure was coffee and knitting time.  I got about thirty rows done on my Waving Lace Sock #2.  That felt pretty good after so little progress on any recent knitting front.  
While I knit and snacked and had a refill on my coffee, I listened to a chapter of Little Women on CraftLit.  I've been going back and listening to older episodes of this podcast.  Recently I finished A Tale of Two Cities which I had read years ago.  Now I'm enjoying having Little Women read aloud to me because I never could get through the darn book reading it the old-fashioned way.  No.  Having seen three different movie versions of the novel doesn't count.  (Does anyone else remember the TV version with Susan Dey as Jo and Meredith Baxter as Meg?)
I admit to skipping over all the personal chatter of the podcast and going straight to the book talk.  While I enjoy Heather's book commentary as well as that sent in by her listeners, I often find her personal stories a little annoying. Not sure why.  However, I still appreciate the amazing effort and ingenuity of her unique "podcast for crafters who love books."