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Absence makes the heart…


Sometimes, there’s so much to say I don’t want to say anything at all. That pretty much sums up the month of January — posting irratically, going weeks without saying anything at all, not mentioning important things, missing anniversaries (my blogiversary was the 24th). But it’s a new month, and I’m tired of putting off blogging because I have too much to write. So I’ll begin with the news I’ve not been writing for the last two months.

I’m moving back to Philly.

This probably doesn’t come as much of a surprise, given the number of trips I’ve made up there recently, although those trips have very little to do with my ultimate decision. This was an incredibly difficult decision for me to make, and one that even after I made it, I still didn’t tell people about for months. I was ready to stay down here in the mountains for the long haul (y’all might remember), but the inherent isolation of dissertation-writing, combined with my physical isolation from friends and family, really took its toll this winter. Add to all of that the difficulty of writing what is turning out to be a fairly theory-heavy dissertation while three hours from a major research library, and… well… it’s a recipe for slow writing. I’m ready to finish my dissertation and I’m ready to get on with my life. I love living here, and the thought of moving away makes me want to sit down and cry. But at the same time, I know now is the time to go. I’ve got to go back to Philly, a city I once loved with all my being, and face the ghosts that remain there. I’ve got amazing friends up there, a wonderful community, and now a terrific apartment waiting for me. It’s just time. And if I wait until spring? Well, I’ll never be able to go. It’s just too damn pretty here in the spring. So… that’s my news.

Despite not blogging, I’ve been knitting quite a bit. I have lots to post. First, and most proud, I learned to darn. Remember these?


I returned them to my mom looking like this:


Not beautiful, but wearable. And I felt so old timey and resourceful while doing it. The first new skill of 2007… Thanks Theresa for your tutorial!


In other knitting news, I’m on the toe of the first pomatomus (please note gratuitous photos), I’m almost done with the first “batman sock,” and while in Philly, I broke my no-yarn rule (hey, I was depressed from the apartment hunt — I deserved it!) and bought myself some beautiful Cascade 220 for an Elizabeth Zimmerman seamless hyrbid (that I think I’m gonna steek into a cardigan… we’ll see if I have the guts to do it). I’m already through the waist decreases for that. But, my patient friend Shane asked ages ago for a pair of “manly mitts” and mentioned recently (in woeful tones) that he’s seen no progress pictures on the blog and did I forget about him? So Shane, this is for you (just a hint, and the shade of green is sooo much nicer than I could capture here):

Radio Silence

Sorry for the long absence. Thanks all for your suggestions on the posting problem. I haven’t remedied it, although I think I’m gonna follow Meg’s example and switch over to haloscan for my comments. I’m starting to think the new year might bring a blogger-free blog… but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.

LOOK! I knit something!


One Endpaper Mitt, at long last (sorry about the flashiness of this photo… nighttime pics suck).


The outside looks depressingly amateurish, pre-blocking. But the inside? I love the inside.


I also love the way you can see where I switched which color I held in my left hand (I knit continental).


Other things to love? Tubular cast on. HUGE pain in the ass to do, but damn, it looks good. And so stretchy.

In life, there are things that make me wonder — like those mushrooms that will kill you if you cook them for 30 minutes, but won’t if you cook them for 45. Or those fish that are part poisonous and part edible. After these mushrooms and fish killed one person, who decided to try again, but cook it longer? And coconuts. Who was the first person who tried to get into a coconut to see if there was something worth eating in there? I feel the same way about the tubular bind off. What sick mind thought that trying that combination of weaving and stitching might turn into a good bind off? It mystifies me. But I love it, despite its finicky-ness. It looks pretty.

So, moral of the story — the first mit is… well… a bit of an ugly duckling. But I learned a bit. And maybe blocking will help. And perhaps, just perhaps, the second will be lovelier.

I also frogged the fingerless mitts from the last post and reknit them. They were gifted today, along with the “hippie hat” I knit over the summer, and were well received. I forgot my camera, but Julie promised me a photoshoot after the holidays.

On a more personal note, thanks for your patience with the sporadic blogging and e-mail-returning. I’ve been having a rough go of it this winter and my enthusiasm for knitting (and, right now, everything else) is waning (the lack of knitting mojo isn’t helping). I’m facing the reality of another dark winter alone here. I didn’t mind so much last year — I was distracted by a heartwrenching breakup, a need for serious life re-evaluation, and a new place. But this year… I guess this year, it’s getting to me. And dissertation writing is a hard thing to do when your closest support network is an hour’s drive away. I’ve got some decisions to make, and I’m finding it a bit rough at the moment. I usually love this time of year and the mid-winter blues don’t normally set in until the end of January. Apparently, my blues are a bit precocious this year. I’m trying to knit through it and am teasing myself with a sweater’s worth of malabrigo that I bought a few months ago and will turn into a cozy sweater for me (once I’ve finished my gift knitting). Going home for Christmas (tomorrow) should help too.

I close with a photo from the hike I took last week. I’ve got to enjoy this 60 degree weather while it lasts!

Searching for Mojo…

It’s not that I haven’t been knitting, or even having some FOs. It’s just that I’m not excited about the quality of my knitting. My mojo? It’s gone. For example, my Koigu Monkey socks. Gauge off, recently frogged. Or these:


Fingerless gloves for a friend. I ran out of yarn. Again. I just don’t have the strength to frog two things in one day.

You’d think an FO would make me feel better.


Pattern: My own (losely based on Minty’s Anastasia socks)
Yarn: Knitpicks Gloss in “dusk”
Needles: Inox US 1.5 (2.5 mm) dpns


Thoughts: Well… I love the idea of these socks. I’m not loving the Gloss so much right now. It shows every. single. mistake. Really. It makes me feel like I can’t knit to save my life. (see the uneveness below? Yeah. That’s on the TOP of one foot. After blocking. Ugh).


But the pattern? I knit the first of these on the flight to Hawaii. Despite a minor setback, I finished the second several days ago. I love that the mirror each other. I love the continuation of the eyelet spiral onto the heel flap (this was Jenfee’s suggestion… she’s smart). I think they’re sexy (well, sexy as far as handknit socks go).


Here’s to hoping my mojo comes back soon. I’ve got a week to get a lot of Christmas knitting done. Not to mention that thing they call a dissertation…