One Crazy Fiber Lady

When the hell is spring coming to the northeast?  A nor’easter?  In May?  I’m still wearing a friggin jacket to work.  What’s with that?  I can’t possibly concentrate on knitting with cotton when I really am seriously considering WEARING GLOVES.  Yes!  In May!  In NYC.  Holy crud.  When did NYC move above the arctic circle.  Will it ever stop raining?  Time to build an ark, but there will be no room for the animals as I have to pack my stash.  Oh all right, only animals that will contribute to the stash

SADD rant finished.  I’m well into the first front piece of Trellis and am super happy with it.  That Rowan ASC is just fabulous.  This Wool Snob (and if I had to find a name for a blog now, it would be that) is quite content with this yarn that has no wool in it.  Unlike the Brown Sheep that I’m using for the Knit Club group gift, this stuff doesn’t split.  The Cotton Fleece splits pretty badly so you do have to pay attention to what you’re doing.  I’m halfway through with my obligation to that project.  Yay.  Contrary to my normal approach that would have had me staying up all weekend in July getting it done at the last minute, I’d love to finish it and get it out of the way.  My mother just fell on the floor if she’d read that (she does read periodically and I got some tears with my Mother’s Day post   She’d be looking for the pod.

Anyway…. I’ve also made some respectable progress on the F&F sock.  No SSS for me.  Nope.  Besides, I have too much sock yarn and too many patterns that I want to try to let this one sit.  Not to mention that I’d really love to wear them.  I seem to be knitting very tight and while the pattern states that it is for a female medium, it is comfortably snug on my size 5AA foot.  Nice.  I turned the heel this morning on the PATH train.

That brings up the commute.  I did go back to the age old commute that I’ve been doing on and off since I started law school in 1988.  Bergen Line to Hoboken, PATH train to 14th Street, walk the rest of the way.  While the walking the rest of the way can be unpleasant (note the current crappy weather), the rest of the commute is more relaxed.  I’m no longer transferring all over the place, hopping from one mode of conveyance to another, making connections hither and thither.  I’m getting much more substantial blocks of knitting time to boot.  I’ve found I’m far more relaxed and further unwound when I get home at night too. 

Which is very handy as I started taking the twins home for dinner rather than eating at my parents house.  While they had a bad day and were pretty cranky when I arrived at my folks, I got them home, parked them in the living room with all their toys, Barney on ReplayTV and I went off to the next room to make dinner.  They quietly watched tv, Alex found a pen and doodled a design and Kat sat with Bear and Blankie.  It was all very civilized.  I made a stir fry of chicken, snap peas and carrots over basmati rice that was eagerly eaten by all.  They "helped" me clean up the kitchen and after play time, they went to bed without a peep.  It was nice being home at 6:30 rather than 8:00 for a change.  I was able to get a load of wash done while cooking dinner.  The twins went to be a bit earlier than they have been and all was just right with the world.

Yesterday there was another minor confluence of knitting/spinning bloggers.  I had lunch with Nancy at the Chelsea Grill.  I always seem to head out to these lunch meetups with a touch of trepidation and fear that the parties won’t get along and that we’d run out of conversation 5 minutes into the lunch hour (or so).  This time was no different.  And once again, the worry is absolutely pointless.  I had a lovely lunch with Nancy.  We talked about spinning and our stash (not surprisingly) but the majority of the talk was about our children.  It was a great time.  Sadly, once again, no pictures to document the meetup.

I need a nap.  Or  food.  Hmm, seems I’ve forgotten to eat lunch.