When I’m most stressed out I forget to knit? It’s probably akin to having a Xanax, only without a prescription. And hey, that’s a fairly nifty retail idea…take two balls of cashmere and call me in the morning. Package it in a pill bottle-ish bag or one that looks like it came from a pharmacy and voila! Knitting prescription.
I want one if someone steals that idea.
Should probably knit a hat for my nephew, who has a birthday this weekend. And yet, here I sit. In front of the computer. I have 1000+ items in my googlereader feeds, an apartment that looks like a bomb hit it, and more things to follow up on than I had paper to write them down, but I’m too damn tired to do any of it.
Maybe time for a book. I’m groovin’ again on the Jack Ryan novels and started from the top once more. They’re nice reads. Now that I know an ex-CIA agent, though, I have to wonder how realistic these are. Eh, I have excellent powers with which I can suspend my disbelief and go “lalalalala!”, which will come in handy here.
Anyone else absolutely loathe the time change?
One thing I might manage tonight is to peer into the depths of the stash and pick some holiday gift projects. Means they’ll probably get done in time for the holidays 2010, but it’s a nice exercise in scrolling through my ravelry queue. Know what I mean?
On a random note, years ago I was a cross stitcher, and I was super sad to see that one of my beloved designers, Teresa Wentzler, is closing her business. I have nearly every one of her designs (and in most cases the supplies to stitch them) and am sad to see that she’s decided to move on from needlework design. She really raised the bar, I think, for many a designer with the complexity of her work. I adore her stuff, and am glad she was so lovely and open and marvelous and gave us many lovely designs that have entertained many a stitcher for hours. Or, in my cases, months or years.
Thanks Ms. Wentzler.