Busy, busy bees.

Another weekend flies by.
I always loved that Douglas Adams quote about liking deadlines and the whooshing sound they make as they go by. Kind of like my weekends.

Still, it was a busy one, and I have photos to prove it!

I got a little shopping done this weekend. Am now the proud owner of a black and jade silk top by Ghost. It was on sale, and had 75% off, and I am weak like a little girl.
While walking through Dunnes, I spotted these beauties

They're bamboo trainer liners. I know that the sock versions of these have been blogged previously, but these are in black, and I'm mostly a black sock girl. The socks are 72% bamboo, and I got this pack for 5 euro...or about 8 dollars. They're so soft and squishy and wonderful.

Hat number 2 has been cast off and (and!!!) finished since my last update, and I have photographic evidence to prove it.

Yay! 2 down!

Ravelry is doing my WIPs the world of good. Nothing like needing to show photographic evidence to get a knitter motivated!

Which brings me to what I'm up to this morning. Working. Yup, working hard.
Here you can see my laptop:







Yup......working hard......

Raindrops keep falling on my head...and everywhere else

Another weekend rolls in, and it rains.

There's a saying in Dublin - if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes.

Yesterday rained on and off, but the afternoon was warm and sunny, and I nearly passed out on the bus it was so hot and uncomfortable.

Today, it's mostly raining. I suspect that my jeans will dry out in just enough time for me to walk to the train.

So, what have I been up to this week?
I was measured for my wedding dress on Tuesday, which involved several large chai lattes, a warm goats cheese salad and some berry crumble. Cos, ya know, having that much stuff in my stomach was going to help when it came to calculating those inches.

My dress is being made by my friend Debbie. Debbie works a normal job during the day, and is the most amazing corsetiere ever in her spare time. She's hoping that her obsession with costume and corsets will allow her to turn her sideline business into a full time affair. I really hope this happens for her, and that's not entirely because I've negotiated a deal where if I get to go to the Oscars someday, I'll wear one of her creations.

The knitting has suffered slightly this week, due in no small part to my general feeling of dispondancy. The heel of sock 2 must be ripped again, as having gotten over the first frogging experience, I completed the heel to discover that it in no way, shape or form matched the other sock. My first sock mojo was pretty amazing. I seem to have lost it down behind the sofa or something though.

I'll get baby hat 2 finished on the train this weekend, and hat 1 sewn up on Sunday night, now that I've been reunited with my little tin o' bits. I really missed that tin. So much so that I may reward it by taking up decoupage again.


On Monday I'll get another chunk of the baby shrug done. This time reading the pattern the right way around, and not making mutant arms for some Cthulhu-baby like last time. I want to be able to bring something other than a teal sock to stitch and bitch as well. I fear boring people.

By the end of the week, then, I should have quite a few things done, which means that I can move on and start another project. I have an ever-expanding queue on Ravelry. Being able to search patterns by yarn weight is fan-fecking-tastic, as I can find patterns that use some of those too good to resist eBay bargains that have no purpose other than looking pretty right now.

Not that looking pretty isn't a perfectly valid reason for owning yarn/lifestyle choice.

Well I brought my camera this week, but I also brought the dead batteries instead of, you know, the ones I put on to charge especially.

I am teh blonde.

Last night I started turning the heel on my second teal sock. I realised after about 10 rows that I'd had a brainstorm and ignored the "and turn" part of w&t. Frogging and swearing ensued. Lots of swearing. Picking up 2mm stitches in dark yarn is not my idea of a fun Monday night.

On the plus side, cos there has to be one, I managed to get the ripped section reknitted on the bus journey this morning, instead of dozing off and jumping to attention as I almost miss my stop.
The plan now is to knit like a woman possessed, and get sock 2 done on Thursday, so that I can cast on sock one of pair 2 on Thursday evening at Knit Night.

Anyone think that I'll actually manage it without pulling out my hair or trying to strangle myself with my addis?

So no piccies again today.
Oops.

I've spent a chunk of today at work (sssh!) updating my Ravelry page. It is a wonderously fabulous site, with a wonderously fabulous queue for membership. So totally worth the wait though. I have friends on it now as well, so I don't feel so lonely.
Conclusion: if you're not already on the list, sign up. Go on, clicky linky. There's no time like the present.

I've signed up for a bloglines account recently as well. I read rather a huge amount of blogs on a regular basis. Blogging is considered a valid use of the net connection here for some bizarre reason that I won't question. Anyway, bloglines is wonderful for dealing with those times when you realise that you have eleventybillion blogs bookmarked, and that you're signing up with all the blog sites in an attempt to keep up with them. Instead of that, sign up for bloglines. It takes five minutes, and you're left with a page that shows you all recent entries for your chosen reading material. Faaaaaabulous.


My username on both Ravelry and Bloglines is, surprise surprise, GaietyGirl.
Feel free to friend me :)

Dear Office cleaning lady,

We spend a large amount of money on renting this office space every month. We also spend a chunk to allow us to have your services.

On several occasions, a member of staff has arrived in early to see you sitting in our conference room, drinking our coffee and enjoying our view. Given that you're the only one who drinks instant coffee and we had an industrial tin that's now empty, I'm guessing this is a pretty regular thing.

In exchange for our providing you with free beverages and not enough work to fill 2 hours a week, could you please please please put a new bottle of handwash in each of the bathrooms when the current bottle is empty. The current tactic of filling the empty one up with water because there's 1/10th of a teaspoon left in the bottle is not amusing. Not only does the bottle then squirt water all over the place, it doesn't actually, you know, work as handwash.

Many thanks,
4th floor employee with watered down handwash stains on her non-black tshirt.



In other news, I may have slipped while browsing ebay and bought some sock yarn.
I'm not obsessed. I can quit any time!

...I just don't wanna.

Precision planning.

Tomorrow, I make my weekly trek to Cork to spend the weekend. Sunday I'll be back to Dublin, where I'll be staying for a week. Partly this is so that I can get some archiving and stuff done at work, and partly because I have to be measured for my wedding dress.

I'm dreading it. I've been comfort eating bigtime since dad was diagnosed, and the few pounds I've lost have all come back with a vengence. The joy of a corset though - even if I don't manage to get down to my proper weight again, I'll have the possibility of being sucked in by a couple of inches. Though at that point, my cleavage may have to be registered as a WMD.

This evening I have to pack. Usually I just bring my laptop rucksack with my work stuff, and my rather large handbag with everything else. Not this time.
With a week of knitting to plan, what should I bring?

It's not like I don't have enough projects to work on. There's the baby shrug, but I can't bring that as mother or MIL will make those "oh dear" noises that translate as "would it not be easier to buy one at this stage?".

There's no way in hell I'm bringing the black mohair stole on public transport. One bump in the wrong direction, and I'll be needing valium with my overpriced and underbrewed train-tea. As I type, it's staring at me from its perch on top of some folded laundry.



The taunting!!!! I just can't take it anymore!!!!!




*ahem*

This is always the option of the second teal sock. It's a couple of inches off the heel-turning stage, and I could really use the time on it. I don't have second sock syndrome or anything, it's just that I have 2 skeins of Shepherd Sock which I am dying to cast on. So far I'm being strong though.

Option 3 is to take this along this lovely...er....square



Those of you who read on a regular basis (ha! I have subscribers now! wahoo!) will possibly recognise the yarn in question. This square is none other than Sleevie One from the neverending moss stitch cardigan. I'm reckoning I could easily get sleeve one finished by tomorrow evening. Then I'd most likely run out of yarn...

Which brings me to option 4, baby hat/bannister warmer number two. This one in a shade that actually matches the now frogged (sob!) baby shrug. Again, it's something that I could have finished over the weekend, once I don't just snore my way through 6 hours of train time.

Do you want to know the really funny thing? I'm so busy trying to decide what/which project(s) to bring and leave, that I missed the fact that I was outbid on a skein of Opal sock yarn in a colourway I've been lusting after for a year.
I'll have plenty of yarn next week, but not enough clean socks - I'm down to 3 pairs - as the weather has been wet, I don't have a drier, and there are only so many surfaces in a house that laundry can be safely hung on.

Maybe I could justify casting on with the shepherd sock if I got them done in less than a week....hrm....

Yellow fingers and not a cigarette in sight.

I was a busy little bee yesterday. Not only did I get my bake on for the first time in this house.....


(Yes, half got eaten by the time I got my camera out. It's sundried tomato and parmesan bread)





but I also got my first ball of Lime N Violet finished!


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, I got the first sleeve for the moss stitch cardigan cast on, and cast off the baby shrug...though I'll confess, I'm having problems working out what bit fits where for sewing up purposes. I'm guessing that if I join the ribbing edges properly, then the other seams will make themselves known to me. Either that, or this may be the most kimono-style shrug in history.

I love knitting, I just suck at finishing. Not suck, ok. I get bored with finishing. When I cast off, I want to be able to wash, block and wear an item, not spend a week going blind doing kitchener with black laceweight or something similar.

Those small, instant gratification projects? Love them. The world needs more instant gratification projects that are both lovely to look at and still functional. The world does not need another toilet roll cover in pink and white acrylic with a pound shop (or dollar store) Barbie knock-off perched precariously in the middle.

Really, I think I want those elves from the Elves and the Shoemaker to invade my house at night, turning my CO items into wonderful FO's. I'll even do the blocking myself.

Maybe.

Swappity doo dah

When I finally crawled out of bed this morning, my inbox held an email with details of my "having a bad day" swap partner. I'm not saying who it is, at least not yet, but I'm delighted that I got this person, and am going to have so much fun spoiling them rotten. They deserve it.

One big downside is that I'm going to have to use every bit of willpower that I have not to post photos of the goodies as I get them. I've picked up the first couple of little bits already, and will get more sorted later in the week when I get into town properly.

A little hint though, because I suck at trying to be cool, calm and collected.



So I've been a busy little bee today.
Watch me neglect all my work this week in favour of knitting...