Well, that’s over.

Angry Chicks by *lynne*.

[Photo from here.]

I really shouldn’t feel that way about the Easter season. Really.

But I do. I mean, I like the whole bit of pomp and circumstance that accompanies it, even if I don’t attend Good Friday services or do the foot-washing on Maundy Thursday (I wonder why it’s Maundy but am too lazy to look it up at the moment), especially when everything is bare and you leave in the dark, and I like on Easter Sunday when the church is full of flowers and you sing every single hymn known to the Anglican person (except still not as many as you sing on Christmas). I appreciate Easter, both aesthetically and spiritually.

I do not, however, appreciate getting up really early in the morning (we get there at 6am for the husband to ring tower bells) after not enough sleep because I always forget and stay up too late. And I stress out over cooking for people, which is the standard way my family celebrates holidays. Thanksgiving? Get up and stress over cooking. Christmas? Stress over cooking, open presents, stress over cooking. I think the family-in-law has the right idea; you stress over a few things, but ultimately you go out to eat and go see a movie and nobody wants to kill a family member.

Anyway. Easter was lovely, nonetheless. Time was spent with the Chickengoddess and her husband, and we played a round of Settlers of Catan, in which my husband won (like he does, usually). I got a lot of knitting done. The baby sweater is 75% there, and had I not forgotten my camera at home I would post photos to Ravelry (yeah, yeah. At this point, I’m sure everyone assumes I’m lying about leaving the camera at home, and that perhaps there never really was a camera at all). I am almost done with stockinette stitch. Oh, how I hate purling. I am better than I used to be, but I still detest it.

And also, I have draped the sari and it flows and is beautiful, and I took a photo of the first attempt, in which I wrapped it an extra time and waddled around the house, all hobbled-like, until I discovered what I had done and fixed it.

And also also, postpositions are being figured out! Silly language book – it gave me the part about direct and oblique noun forms after I wrestled with postpositions, only to discover that the noun forms are extremely important in figuring out where the postposition goes. So far this is the only complaint I have with the book. (I am still not confident enough to show off my new knowledge. Give me time.)

And that’s all. I have made a mental note to include the camera in my bottomless bag of stuff. I will prove to you it exists, I promise!

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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