But! I’ve been busy! With stuff! And things!

My husband and I recently moved (which makes this at least once a year since I was 18) into an awesome new house and I’ve been unpacking (like you do). Though the kitchen was the first thing to be unpacked and organized, one of the more immediately following things was (of course) my knitting things. I had bought one of those Jrnslooopend shelf thingies from IKEA (actually, the Expedit unit, plus a couple of those plastic drawers that you can buy to go with it), and had been using it to store yarn, so I again am using it for this. I now have all the yarny bits in little plastic bags (take that, you hungry and unknowingly malicious wool moths!) and have discovered that my sock yarn occupies and entire drawer, so much so that it is nearly overflowing. And the rest of it takes up another drawer, plus two whole shelf compartments. I know this isn’t a whole lot of stash for some of you (I hear you scoffing at my mere four shelf units of yarn stash *ahem* chickengoddess *ahem*), but it’s a lot for me! I have a stash! I’m done for now. Though if there’s a sudden unexpected shortage of sock yarn, I’m covered for several years, since it takes me so long to finish a project.

Somehow, I’ve managed to whittle my WsIP down to (checks Ravelry) 6, from the 9 I had originally, so it’s time to start a new sweater project. I bought some sale Cascade 220 (next up – update Ravelry stash page) in blues and a lime green, and I’m going to make a striped cardigan out of it. I’m kind of excited about colorwork, even if it is just stripes.

And then the last bit of DragonCon was that on Sunday, we got up, went to see a BSG panel (best. thing. ever.), during which Edward James Olmos got us all to stand up and shout “So say we all!” over and over, then spent more time at Jennie’s booth. I bought a corset, and lost my husband to a nap, then found him again. We all went out for sushi for dinner, danced like chickens (well, baobh and I did), drank lots of sake, then went back for more kilt blowing. We hung out for a while and then went upstairs with Baobh and husband and friends for a glass of wine, and I acquired the nickname Fuzzbutt (I had a fuzzy butt). Then we went to bed. Monday was a little quieter. Most everybody went home, so it was mostly tearful goodbyes, and lunch with fyvel and telaryn, and wandering around. I saw an Edward James Olmos solo panel in the morning, and still think he’s an incredible actor/director/human being. After everything ended, we helped Jennie pack up, then had Jennie and our (not hapless) British friends over for dinner and dessert, then sent everyone but the brother-in-law (who left in the morning) home.

And now it’s a month later, and I still haven’t managed to decompress. I have that weird con-funk that everyone talks about, where you don’t really feel like the “real” world exists, and if you could extend the con in a free and endless and effortless sort of way, you just might. Thankfully this time I have managed to keep up with the friends I’ve made, so in a small sort of way I have extended the con somewhat endlessly. I think it’s more of a realization that the fun and friendships don’t actually have to end just because the con does; we’ve all just shifted locations. In lieu of going to France, I’m going to several cons with Jennie, so we’ll see what happens this coming year. I’ll post accounts of those, as well.

And also, soon I will show photos of knitting (I know, I keep saying that, but last night I found not one, but both of my camera cables! Hooray!).