Actual Knitting Content

Actually, wistful knitting thoughts. I'm halfway through my Year Without Buying Yarn. I used my weekend pass on the yarn for the Argosy Wrap because I didn't go to MD. I am not supposed to buy yarn again for the rest of the year, but for the first time, I am tempted. I have talked and bloviated and backpedaled for at least the past year about making an afghan for my bedroom. I don't have a fancy schmancy bedcovering, I have pets. A Colinette throw is not for me. Actually, anything that cannot be thrown into a washing machine and dryer is not for me. I want to make something light, for summer, because when it's cold I break out the down-alternative, cruelty-free comforter. And I have been looking for the right light yarn for a light throw, and now I'm thinking about this Bamboo. But I'd definitely need a color card. I'm thinking of crocheted squares, something mindless, because I am the queen of the mindless knitters. But OTOH, I really want to knit a bunch of socks too ("bunch" being the form of measurement for at least six pairs) so I really don't need to think about this right now. I need to go run my fingers through the stash, and remind myself that I do not need to buy yarn. I have plenty of yarn, and plenty of other things to do. I haven't been paying attention to the "knit from the stash" vows that were taken all over Bloglandia, how many vows have survived? I'm halfway home! I can do this.

You know that saying about how it takes 30 days to change/make a habit? Not if you're really lazy and stubborn, like me. It has taken almost 3 months to really make exercise and vitamins and at least 7 hours of sleep a habit. But it's hard to get to the gym more than 4 times a week. Hell, it's impossible. Take tonight's reason excuse. No, it's a reason. It's also TMI, but in the interest of full disclosure and as a public service announcement:

Today I bought a small bag of Sugar-Free York Peppermint Patties. I ate three as my dessert after my Lean Cuisine at my desk lunch. Two hours later, there was a disturbing rumbling, if you know what I mean. I don't have the bag with me to identify the offending ingredient, but there was no going to the gym this evening, lest I find myself on the treadmill next to an attractive man or any innocent victim, and the bouncing on the treadmill caused an outburst of something Unladylike, Unsilent, and Quite Probably Deadly. This must Pass before I dare the gym.

And speaking of things that erupt - it's officially too hot to go shopping at noon and leave the stuff in the car. Poor Baby got baptized in Diet Coke, and so did my best (cream colored, not cheap) slacks. I left the 12 packs in the back after lunch, drove home after work, opened the back, lifted one out, and it dumped hot Diet Coke all over me and all over Baby's interior. Her creamy tan interior. Yeah. And I had just been thinking that I needed to buy one of those protective floor guards for her. Now I have to get her detailed before I put it in. Crap. Thankfully it's diet soda - the sugar is what causes staining, no sugar, the color will come right out. I did shout profanities, and then look around guiltily to see if the neighbor kids were out riding their bikes. This neighborhood is just crawling with kids now. Time for me to leave.

On a more positive public service shopping announcement: That L'Occitane Almond Shower Oil? Very nice. Very non-greasy, light, in our lousy hard water it only gets a modest lather, but it makes my skin soft and not even slightly greasy.

And promotions are in the wind (sorry) around this house: Girlchild received word yesterday that she has been selected as an alternate supervisor at the school, and she must report for training in a few days. Another notch for the resume.

Okay, so it started out as a knitting post, sort of....