I'm living in some damn interesting times right now, none of them blogworthy, hence the radio silence on my ever-so-fascinating so-called life.
So I'll propose a size issue instead. I cast on the Minimalist Cardigan (Interweave Knits Fall '07) and I'm using the Debbie Bliss Rialto I bought for a different Debbie Bliss sweater, which totally did not want to be that sweater, that sweater must be a cotton or cotton blend or it goes all flopsy on you, even in the first few inches of the pattern I could see that this was not the effect I wanted. Rip. I cast on the Minimalist Cardigan in the Rialto and LOVE the stuff in this pattern, it's springy and soft as buttah and a joy to knit with even if you have carpal tunnel and such. Just a sensual yarny pleasure. I have no beefs about the yarn.
But I'm only a few inches into the back and I'm having second thoughts - I cast on the 43.5 inch size, because the sweater is supposed to hang and not cling to the bustal region and even when skinny I am busty, but I'm now realizing that when finished it's going to swim around, rather than hang around, the bustal region. So though I am about 4 inches into it which represents a significant investment of free knitting hours in my so-called life, I'm going to rip it back again, and start over in the 39.5 size. I think that will be enough ease and I should do it while the ripping is easy, rather than when I hold it up a week or so from now and wonder WTF I was thinking?
The Big Purple Sweater has no such issue, it's Big and meant to be worn outdoors, and like the DB Diagonal Jacket the Rialto was purchased to be, I do love big comfy baggy sweaters. They make me feel all snuggly inside. But for an office/happy hour/cute casual sweater with 3/4 sleeves I would rather not look like I'm wrapped in an afghan, so I'm going to trust in God and my diet and assume that by the time I finish the 39.5 size, my bust will be appropriately and proportionately minimalized. So far, so good in that department.
Girlchild's first move out option fell out on them and it is all good, because the new option is much better, I think. Which is good, because I need to get this house on the market and priced to haul ass. I'll be lucky to escape the previous decade of my life with said ass intact, and I remind myself of this every day. Just to recap how the millenium has treated me:
June 2001: Husband diagnosed with terminal cancer
June 2001-July 2003: More shit than you would ever believe, resulting in nearly a year of PTSD dreams after he died in July '03 and left me exhausted and in debt to my earlobes.
2004: House hit by 4 hurricanes. New roof, much unexpected new debt. Debt now reaches eyeballs. Manage to find new job that pays more. Nose still above debt water, thanks to padding hard.
2005-2006: lots of work stress and drama and such, father died, crazy mother issues.
Surviving okay, even getting nose comfortably above debt water and occasionally turning on back to backstroke gracefully. I love the backstroke, I could do it for miles. The sky is looking a bit more blue.
Late 2006: bottom falls out of industry that employs me, and the freefall continues.
Early 2007: Collapse with ruptured brain aneurysm, brain surgery, no paycheck for two months. By the grace of God and a great surgeon, I live to go back to the place where I collapsed and pick up the oar again, because I had no choice.
Late 2007: Industry implosion continues.
I am past thinking about bailing out with a comfy next egg. I'm just thinking about getting out without losing everything my husband and I busted our asses for all our lives. Then I think hell, if I could just quit dog-paddling so hard to keep my nose above water, that would feel like a vacation. I'm going to calculate my break-even, debt free and with only the tiniest pot to piss in number and call that the bottom line. I'll go rent a window to throw it out.
When I started this new and improved blog in January of this year, the future was wide open - weird and insecure already, but wide open, and I chose the blog name with tongue firmly in cheek, thinking about how I really deserved an easier and more secure and maybe even a little crazy life. I got the crazy, without the easier and more secure.
I need a new blog. Or maybe I'll go back to the old one, as the Bossy Little Dog and I will have to saddle up to ride off into the vast unknown in 2008. I'll give this one a full year, then give it up - the title was intended as snarky Sweet Potato Queen humor, and turned out to be just ironic.
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