Wednesday, October 04, 2006
You're my obsession...
...what do you want me to be to make you knit with me?
I was talking with my friend Steve recently (on one of those endless drives to or from work that take over 2 hours and probably make us dislike each other a little)... Steve is a pretty creative dude and has a useless art degree just like me. Our discussion arrived around the fact that he's avoided creative endeavors for awhile (he paints, among other things) because he gets an unhealthy obsession every time he starts up a project and ends up losing sleep and what-not.
I thought to myself... gosh, I wish I could be like that. I think I'm the complete opposite. I give up too easily and have so many half finished or never started projects in the works....
And then I realized, after spending the whole weekend knitting, that I have a pretty unhealthy obsession with knitting at the moment. This has happened before with other stuff (remember mini art-quilt-o-rama last fall???) I have spent waaaay too much money on knitting supplies (and probably some of it is duplicates of the crap I bought several years ago, the last time I had a knitting obsession 3 or 4 years ago).
This time has been very focused. Even though several of the things I have made haven't turned out well, I've actually finished them (that is if you can count 1/2 a pair of socks finished.... I do, so SUCK IT), and I have looked at them as a learning process and a gateway to future wonderfulness. I dreamed about Kitchener grafting last night (would have really helped if my dream had given me some insight on how to do it correctly).
In the past 3 weeks I have knitted (and crocheted because I've been doing that too): 2 shawls (one of them I'm going to felt), a hat, several cupcakes, and a very weird cabled footie/sock.
I keep thinking about merino and cashmere and it's making me anxious. I read Knitting Rules and actually purchased a knitting magazine. I have plans for some purses and briefly contemplated a sweater. But I really want to make some socks. I ordered some Latern Moon ebony DPNs in size #1 and Nancy Bush's sock books (that I really couldn't afford) so I can work on that.
Hindsight being 20/20 I think my obsessions tend to be born out of the upswing from depression. I was pretty down in the dumps the last few weeks. I gotta keep some perspective though. And not let all this knitting paraphenalia go to waste.
Anyone need a knitted cozy for something???
I was talking with my friend Steve recently (on one of those endless drives to or from work that take over 2 hours and probably make us dislike each other a little)... Steve is a pretty creative dude and has a useless art degree just like me. Our discussion arrived around the fact that he's avoided creative endeavors for awhile (he paints, among other things) because he gets an unhealthy obsession every time he starts up a project and ends up losing sleep and what-not.
I thought to myself... gosh, I wish I could be like that. I think I'm the complete opposite. I give up too easily and have so many half finished or never started projects in the works....
And then I realized, after spending the whole weekend knitting, that I have a pretty unhealthy obsession with knitting at the moment. This has happened before with other stuff (remember mini art-quilt-o-rama last fall???) I have spent waaaay too much money on knitting supplies (and probably some of it is duplicates of the crap I bought several years ago, the last time I had a knitting obsession 3 or 4 years ago).
This time has been very focused. Even though several of the things I have made haven't turned out well, I've actually finished them (that is if you can count 1/2 a pair of socks finished.... I do, so SUCK IT), and I have looked at them as a learning process and a gateway to future wonderfulness. I dreamed about Kitchener grafting last night (would have really helped if my dream had given me some insight on how to do it correctly).
In the past 3 weeks I have knitted (and crocheted because I've been doing that too): 2 shawls (one of them I'm going to felt), a hat, several cupcakes, and a very weird cabled footie/sock.
I keep thinking about merino and cashmere and it's making me anxious. I read Knitting Rules and actually purchased a knitting magazine. I have plans for some purses and briefly contemplated a sweater. But I really want to make some socks. I ordered some Latern Moon ebony DPNs in size #1 and Nancy Bush's sock books (that I really couldn't afford) so I can work on that.
Hindsight being 20/20 I think my obsessions tend to be born out of the upswing from depression. I was pretty down in the dumps the last few weeks. I gotta keep some perspective though. And not let all this knitting paraphenalia go to waste.
Anyone need a knitted cozy for something???
fear the freakish knitted objects that are borne from my knitting needles
The end of an era
Well, a short era, that is. Today my friend Isabel left for CA. She's going back home for a new start. For that reason, I am excited for her and probably a little envious. But I'm also devastated because I will miss her so much.
I drove her to the airport this morning and although I was sure I would cry, I managed not to. Of course now, I'm feeling all weepy.
Since I know she'll eventually read this, I thought I would list all the great things I associate with our friendship... a la Senior Will and Testament style (I never did one of those my senior year but I think its oh so appropriate)...
"Being of unsound mind and Geritol-needful body, I, Stephanie Cake, bequeth to XOIsabel the following:
- A truckload of creepy dolls.
- Many fruitful trips to Ryan's Relics.
- A million thrift-o-rama weekends.
- Laughter at our own expense (I've tried to block out the rollerblading incident but, alas... LOL!).
- Armloads of weird crap from the Book Thing (back before it was all organized of course).
- A healthy obsession with Charm City Rollergirls. Even tho I don't want to be one anymore.
- More art supplies than you could ever use in twelve lifetimes.
- Damn, the booty don't stop! and other useful cach phrases.
- Monkey in the middle with Connor @ Worthington and sharing my revulsion of wet bathroom floors.
- A case of Tranny Honey. You never know when you're gonna need it.
- All of the trash Cheryl throws away in her craft room. We can always make art with that shit.
- On that note, the need to never bring a single art/craft supply to Cheryl's since she owns more than we do... and organizes it better.
- Stacks of vintage playboy, French fashion magazines and other softcore porn-y goodness.
- A whole dictionary of inventive curses.. most learned from Deadwood.
- A closet full of shoes and a pair of rollerblades you've only worn once. "
Good luck on your journey, chica. You don't need it because I know you will make awesomeness wherever you go, but buena suerte, nonetheless.
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