because I really feel my inner bitch trying to break free, like the ugly thing bursting out of the guy's chest in Alien. And it is not lost on me that I have no more contemporary pop culture references to describe how I feel, because I'm OLD, okay? I am not fit to be around the Citizens of Bloglandia, let alone KR, until my equilibrium is restored. It's enough that I have to supress all of my frustration at work (my title changed, the insanity didn't) because they pay me to be nice. Nobody pays me to be nice here.
Actual knitting - that's what I need. I finished the Argosy Wrap, photos after it is blocked. That involves several steps of unreleated activity to prepare a place to block it, so don't hold your breath, but I like it a lot. I finished it several days ago, and last night it was after 10 and I was on a ladder in my bedroom re-installing the blinds when I should have been sleeping, and I started to think that maybe I'm developing my mother's manic depression, except I don't do the depressed part. Okay, so I've been purposefully and usefully manic the last few days, and a stint of quiet knitting is what I need. And I started thinking about what I wanted to do. It has to involve the stash, because I am hanging tough on the Year Without New Yarn.
In my stash lurks a large quantity of very soft light worsted superwash wool in a nice heather brown. I bought it on eBay, oh, 4 or 5 years ago, because it was a bargain and so nice and someday I'd figure out what to do with it. So, while I was perched on a ladder with the power screwdriver installing the brackets for the blinds, I realized that it wants to be a nice, big soft comfort shawl. I'm thinking the "Lacy Prairie Shawl" from Folk Shawls- I started that one a while back and loved the pattern, it's my kind of knitting (any moron can do it) but the yarn I chose had way too much twist for it, not to mention random white spots where the dye didn't take (Caveat eBay) and it looked yicky and was frogged. But this nice soft heather brown, oh, so neutral, so office friendly, so mindless, so soothing to the alien that wants to burst forth from my chest and say really nasty things. And since you've seen the things I'm totally willing to say in public, you have to realize how ugly that alien's mouth is.
Back soon, when I can control my snark.