This weekend marks the first Stitches West I've missed since I picked up knitting in earnest back in the fall of 2007. I don't miss the hurt I regularly put on my finances, but I do miss the feel of Stitches: running about with fellow fiber friends, seeing the wealth of color and potential surrounding me, and not needing to explain myself when I make a big deal out of wanting to make something I "could buy at a store" (not really, but what do non-knitters know? Psh.)
Instead, I'm going to be pouring beer at the first Sacred bout of the season.
As for crafty endeavors, I've been plugging along on my Aria Delicato scarf - it looks much like it did here except it's now about 2.5 feet long. I've also done my share of stash enhancing:
|Oh, evening photo sessions, you are so yellow!|
|Malabrigo yarn bags: helping me anthropomorphize my yarn since 2006.|
|Plymouth Yarns Superwash Merino|
But before I start that little project, there are a few other things in line for a February finish. First up is a Tempest Sweater out of Madelinetosh's Tosh Sock in "Molly Ringwald" pink (get it?!?) and overdyed "Oxblood:"
|Eye-searing team color awesomeness|
The other thing I'm working on is a Gatsby Vest from IK's Summer '03 issue. I haven't gotten as far with this one - which might have to do with the constant mini-cables and chart watching - and I'm pretty sure it won't be done in time for Gatsbyville on March 4th, but I can try!
|Crystal Palace Portland Tweed|
Most of my evenings have been spent sitting in front of sundry TV shows on Netflix Instant Watch or listening to 19th century British novels on my iPod and knitting away, so I've been fairly productive lately; good, considering the amount of yardage that just showed up at my door! I'm staying home from derby tonight to grade papers so that I can spend the next 9 days ("President's Week") in relative freedom from school, so I should probably get on that. There are currently sixty essays sitting in my inbox about what role the weather plays in chapter 7 of The Great Gatsby that are waiting for my attention. Tomorrow there will be sixty more discussing Why Gatsby Had to Die. My students hate me right now, so I must be doing my job!