So, I’ve been a neglectful blogger, which is bad considering that I have the folks from WordPress sending me ideas every day of what to write about. The truth is that I’m working on a big project in my personal time. I can’t yet tell you what it is but it could be a real game-changer for me. More to come on that in the next few weeks as things develop.
In my knitting life, things are pretty slow. I don’t knit for the holidays and I only have a couple of projects going at the moment. It’s not that I don’t want to give people handmade gifts, it’s more a case of not liking to knit on a deadline. You see, I work in the software industry where every day is driven by deadlines, so I just don’t like them in my personal life. Also, my job makes life a bit unpredictable because you never know when you’ll suddenly be on an airplane and afghans don’t fit in the carry-on if you want to also take clothes and toiletries with you. So, at the moment I’m plugging away on the Brunello cardigan and a pair of random socks. The Brunello is turning out to be beautiful but the lace on the edges requires some counting and concentration, so it will be a stay-at-home project for when it’s quiet and I’m not trying to multi-task.
It’s a bit funny because for me, knitting socks is like going to the gym is for some people. It’s just something that you do, not because you plan for it or you think a lot about it, you just get up and do it because you should. Now, you could easily argue that I should also be going to the gym, but let’s not get over-ambitious here. Socks are great knitting, very portable, imminently usable and easy to knit. Unless they have a fancy cuff pattern, they’re good conversational knitting too – I’ve made enough at this point that I can just cruise along while at the same time, carry on a conversation about foreign policy or which place has the best Chicago-style pizza. (Gino’s East, hands down, in case you were wondering, although Lou Malnati’s runs a close second).
In other news, I finally resorted yesterday to shutting the ringers off on our phones. Colorado is a swing state and with four registered voters in our house, we were getting besieged with calls. It doesn’t help that the people who previously had our number must have been big campaign contributors and gave their phone number out like candy to every cause they supported. We must have been getting three or four phone calls an hour yesterday, all from auto-dialers telling us how to vote. (And not really the right party either). Truth is, most of us have already voted anyway, and what we really want is to be left alone at this point.
This morning on the news, there was a video clip of a local little girl who is so tired of the campaign ads she was in tears over it. She’s had enough of “Bronco Bamma” and Mitt Romney.
I think we kind of know how she feels…