Ravelry and other things

I’ve spent seriously the whole day on Ravelry, but I have all of my projects and stash up there. Go check out my page!

In uploading my projects, I reliaze how many of my blog posts mention Lizard Ridge. Before too long it’ll be over. Except, I’m thinking of backing it, which will take a little while, but the tutorial here is really good.

Interestingly, The Yarn Harlot‘s books aren’t in the Ravelry database yet, which amuses me.

I must be insane, by the way. I signed up for the Ravelry Summer Camp swap. The package goes out end of August, which is after my LJ swap is over. But still. I’m nuts.

Plane knitting will be two things from my LJ secret pal (in case of confiscation)

Either knitty’s toe-up sock pattern in this:

Or a headband in this:

I’ve changed my mind on what yarn to use for Wicked, since the cashmerino is pretty warm. I’m thinking now that I’ll use Malabrigo or Artyarns, even though they’re not machine washable. they’re just so pretty.

Anyway, packing and stuff must happen, so that’s about it until I hop across the pond.

Love you all!!

LOOK IT’S SPRING!



See? That’s my friend Sandhya up in a tree, and her boyfriend below her. It was hilarious, because she just grabbed a branch and climbed up, and then was like: how’d I get up here?

It was a very pretty day, and very college-y. I spent much of it outside writing sonnets ( I kid you not) for my medieval renaissance final. I plan to post a couple here when they’re typed up. For now I can give you a poem that was published in the litmag; I’ll post it at the bottom of the entry.

That’s me, sitting with them while they read philosophy and I wrote sonnets.

You’ll be proud to know that I started a new sock. Sock‘s demise did not turn me off knitting them forever. This one’s toe-up using the Knitty pattern, and it looks like it actually might fit! We’ll see when I get further into the cuff, but there’s a lifeline after the heel!

I also received my letter from the Knitterly Letter Swap yesterday! She’s like an older me, I swear! And I wish I had time to write back this second, but it may have to wait until the weekend because finals are eating me.

Yesterday Rie and I went to Why Knot Knit and I bought two skeins of Kureyon. I plan to do one Lizard Ridge Block in between Sock and his mate, although I’ll cast on the mate first to avoid Second Sock Syndrome.

This may be my last entry for a couple days until finals stop eating me. I have a two page French paper due April 30th, Medieval Ren paper (the sonnets) due May 1st, Honors paper due May 3rd, Shakespeare Preformances May 3rd, French final May 3rd and then a final paper due whenever before May 10th. I’m probably heading home around the 7th and then SUMMER!

For those who didn’t know, Shakespeare’s birthday was yesterday and in honor of that, I bring you this. Watch. Laugh. Be happy. I’m seriously considering Shakespeare Scholar as a career choice.

And now, knitting poem:

Afghan

Unexpected child, unexpected change

Mother with pursed lips reluctant to lay blame,

Sit in the creaking chair with a ball of yarn.

Clicking needles, ticking clock

Fabric formed under shaky hands.

Baby grabs at moving wooden sticks

Siblings lay quiet on a braided rug

Mama’s singing hugging them tightly as

Papa bangs around the room. Wary eyes do peek

Staring down as stitches fly snow and leaves outside

Wrapped in wool; clock still turning

Children done with growing up

See only a quiet woman in a corner

Kittens crawling on the floor beat yarn about.

Smile up at Grandma, pull a sock off of your foot

The room is still, light is gone

The rocking chair stands still

All that remains is wool and memories

Of a girl, young and scared

Of an unexpected child, the unexpected change.


The King Doth Keep His Revels Here Tonight

I love Shakespeare.

Seriously. How ’bout I just write papers on his plays for the rest of my life? Particularly Mid-Summer.

Sound good.

I mean, as a kid I think I just liked him because I was supposed to. I think I wondered even up to last week if I really liked Shakespeare, or I just thought I did. Mid-Summer was my favorite play because of King of Shadows by Susan Cooper more than for any real understanding of the show. It was the same with, say, Les Miserables and Notre-Dame de Paris (Links are to the books, both in English, me no speak French that good yet!). I liked them because of the musicals, or because I was supposed to. But when you really read them? There’s so much there! It took my Drama teacher saying: “Like you need any help talking about Shakespeare!” to make me realize: she’s right. I love it.

In Mid-Summer there’s the fairies, their involvement in the human world, the father/daughter relationship, Titania’s love for the boy versus Oberon, and then both of them being replaced by Bottom, as if she can only love one thing at once, one thing that is half-human. And their’s Puck, who claims to only love the mischief, but it is he who at the end “will make amends”.

So wonderful! Remind me of this at 1:30 tomorrow when I present.

Today I spent the whole day baby-sitting the printer for the lit mag, but instead of knitting (gasp! shock!) when I wasn’t fighting with the machienery that hates me I looked at old yearbooks in the back of the publicaitons office. Fun! And amazing how much my school has changed. Entire buildings aren’t here any more. The library was dorms for Pete’s sake!

Then Rie and I went on a yarn crawl to The Purly Gates which is going out of business. Twenty-five percent off! I got these:


I only have twenty dollars in my account until next Friday, but whatever. I was hoping that they had Kureyon, but no such luck. That would be too easy.

Wow, I’m a nerd, my iTunes just shuffled to RENT in Dutch. Dutch, not that I speak it, sounds almost like English when you’re not paying attention.

Anyway. Pretty yarns.

Speaking of Les Miserables, (look I was, a whole four paragraphs ago! PS. that link’s to the musical!), check this out! Les Miserables, in peeps. Amazing. And since when did Borders and Amazon tie the knot? I didn’t get to speak! I don’t wanna forever hold my peace!

What I was saying earlier, about there being so much hidden in literature, that goes for music too. You hear a song every day, and then one day you suddenly listen to the music and BAM! amazingness! It’s an amazing phenomenon.

Okay. Sleep now.

To sleep, perchance to dream.

Wait, wrong play.

Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.”