It’s like I’ve set my throttle to maximum and can’t shut it off (metaphorically speaking, of course). Last night we had people over, which is a rarity chez HappyGoth. Jennie wants to knit a gift for a family member, only she didn’t know how so I promised to teach her. I was going to start her off with socks/arm warmers (I think she decided on the latter), but both the Chickengoddess and I forgot tiny dpns, so I unearthed some extra fat needles and some fuzzy leftover acrylic for her to practice with.
The girl is a natural. She completed a whole section of knitting in a couple of hours, and by the time she went home had learned to knit, purl, and rib. So she’s pretty much set. We sent her home with more yarn so that she can practice “reading” her knitting. I’m in awe. The Chickengoddess was muy helpful, since I generally forget to tell people important things about what they should be learning. So mostly, I started Jennie off, and then danced around my living room to the Chickengoddess’s selection of punk albums (which she had graciously brought for us to listen to). All others in the room wisely ignored my spastic flailing (I call it dancing – wise persons know otherwise). At the end of the evening, I unearthed a scarf that I’ve been working on for *mumble* months. It’s close to being finished. I’ll post photos when I’m all done. It’s my first pattern done all by me without any stitch dictionaries or pattern books! Don’t get excited, though – it’s not that fancy.
Tonight I have a number of freelance projects to start/continue/wrap up, and some laundry, plus some grocery shopping. However, the living room is clean, so it feels like I’m a little less harried. Tomorrow night we’ll be at the Eddie Izzard show, which promises to be excellent. And then I’ll hopefully have some down time before next week’s trip. I planned the trip without bothering to see if people would be in town and now we’re scrambling to make plans and I feel kind of really bad about doing this to the husband, who was reluctant to go in the first place. I owe him many back rubs to make up for this.
And maybe after that I can slow down a little. I hope.