FiberHound

Grrrr.

So, after giving myself forty lashes with a strand of mohair for not posting pictures, I finally did take some decent photos weekend before last.  However, it was irritating me beyond end to try to upload pictures on my slow-as-molasses dial-up connection, and I kept forgetting to take the picture disk to work, so this chore has gone undone. 

But today...today I worked on a long post about the Dirt Sweater (aka the FLAK sweater) with a picture and everything.  Then I clicked the preview button to make sure all was well (it was) and went back to publish the post.

Nothing.  Nada.  Gone.  Vanished.  My karma must need polishing today.

So anyway, here's the Dirt Sweater in all its glory, lounging on one of the Adirondack chairs the Boy made last year:

As you can see, there's still a bit of work to do on this.  The Boy rather irrationally insists that the sweater be made longer, despite my assurances that midriff-baring sweaters will be all the rage for men in 2007.  Feh.  I suppose I will continue on, probably for another five or six skeins of yarn, and then pick up for the neck.  Good thing I enjoy working on this sweater, although I'm finding that the Wool of the Andes I'm using is a bit shed-y--I'm constantly having to rinse bits of wool out of my eyes.  I'm considering borrowing the Boy's woodworking goggles while working on this.

In the meantime, I am taking a bit of a break from the Dirt Sweater and making dishcloths.  I don't know why I'm making dishcloths--I never thought I would.  To my surprise, I am really enjoying it, which I feel is a sign that I need to smack around my inner fiber arts snob.  I think that it's really refreshing to finish something quickly which will actually be used before the next ice age.

I'd like to go ahead and start a small summer tank top, perhaps something out of the new issue of Interweave Knits.  I'm trying to resist buying more yarn until I see what's in the stash, but I don't really want to go through the stash until the Boy finishes my yarnoire (tm).

I guess I'll have to harass sweettalk him into working on this, hmm?

Ah, Motivation!

Further motivation to keep up with the blogging has arrived in my inbox...the identity of my secret pal for the One Skein exchange!  I'm both excited and relieved to see, after visiting her blog, that we have quite a bit in common.  Excited, because it makes it more fun to think about putting together choices for the exchange, and relieved because I was worried some poor soul would end up with me as a secret pal and I'd have NO CLUE how to work their interests into the exchange.

Now, I only have to hope that the person who ended up stuck with me isn't shaking his or her head in dismay after seeing my pathetic excuse for a blog.  I'll try to do better.  Really.

Starting with pictures, which will be coming as soon as I get off my lazy rear and take some.  The garden's actually looking pretty good, and I think I can crop most of the weeds out of the pictures.  Oh well, if not, they'll add authenticity.  Or something.  I also really need to take a picture of my FLAK, aka the Dirt Sweater.  So named because it's the color of dirt, which was the idea, as it's for The Boy, who will be wearing it while working outside in the winter (all six days we get of winter, anyway).  Maybe I'll motivate myself to get pics up by the weekend.  This blog could definitely use some color.

Intervention

Ebay is like crack for me.

I log on, thinking I'm just going to look for ONE THING. I spend the next four hours acting like some rabid bargain hound.

I hadn't used Ebay in a couple of years, but the darling boy is close to finishing my yarnoire and I wanted to add some pretty new yarns to the stash--the knitting version of breaking a bottle of champagne on a ship, I guess.

I realize that I have nice yarn in the yarn closet, but as it is all stuffed into various storage cases, I haven't seen some of it in years. Hence, in my mind, this yarn no longer exists.
Self-intervention is necessary. New rule: Fit auctions into budget. As soon as I check on this ONE THING.