Last night I dreamed that I had been elected to the Senate AND the House of Representatives (yes – at the same time – my dream ego is large) but I had to turn them both down because I have too many pictures to process.
Suffice it to say, I’m really busy. Things have kicked into HIGH GEAR at little old CDC Photography and I’m trying really hard to get most things done by 11/27. Which means there are abandoned knits strewn willy nilly all through my house. I tried seaming up some of my squares from the other day, and turns out? I suck at garter stitch seams. In my defense the fact that these seams were knit on the bias might have something to do with that. (By the way, thank you all so much for your support of my crazy projects. It means a lot to me that I can share this stuff with you. Georgie is patient and says the right thing, but somehow I don’t think he really cares about whether to increase every row or every other row, or whether or not you should slip the first stitch. And god help me – don’t ask him about color.) I started back on the Casino shawl and got to the end of row 1 and realized that I had made a mistake somewhere because I have an extra stitch. I found the mistake about a 1/4 way INTO the row. Did I mention there are 300 stitches on the needles? I tinked back about halfway and then had to do something else so it’s still sitting there. Untinked and unknit.
Half knit socks are everywhere. It’s quite sad.
I understand now why I went crazy with the Jaywalker at this time last year. IT WAS EASY! I could knit those socks in my sleep and I practically did and the yarn kept things interesting and it soothed me after a day in front of the computer. I can tell already that I miss socks. But for some reason, OF COURSE!, not the ones I’m knitting RIGHT NOW. Such is the craziness I live with every day.
Yarnival’s due in two days. DUDE. I totally forgot.
The only thing keeping me sane is SNOOD. But I warn you. DO NOT START PLAYING THIS GAME. It will suck you in like a straw trying to get those last remaining drops of a vanilla McDonald’s milkshake. THOOOOOOOOT! DANGER! DANGER! I’m warning you – for your own good – DO NOT PLAY SNOOD.
PS – In my brain addled ness I keep forgetting to mention something VERY IMPORTANT! The fabulous Wendy has set up a fundraiser for my favorite charity Heifer International. She’s giving away some FANTASTIC prizes – so hurry up and show her the money!!!
Snood! That brings back memories. I’m lucky I was able to tear myself away from that game long enough to perform academically my first year of college. My friends and I were conviced that the little mouth movements the characters make send subliminal, addictive messages so you do not want to stop playing. Snood is the danger zone.
NOOOO, Snood! It’s a bigger black hole of time than knit blogs! I love Snood. And Tumblebugs. And Jewelquest. Sheesh.
The whole busy-ness thing is always such a conumdrum. You want a successful business, you want free time. Hmmmm.
If I can help with Yarnival just yell.
Omg, I got SO addicted to Snood in college. I actually wasted hours of my life playing that game. I loved it, but it was such a drain on my time that I refused to download it when I got a new computer. Then, of course, I found new ways to waste my time, like knitting…
I never heard of Snood, and I’m not going there right now, being at work. But later? Dude, I am so there. Snood is one of Grant’s names for me. Swear to God. (Yes, the man is almost as strange as I am.)
Knitting mojo is like the tides: it comes, it goes, now and then it gets totally overwhelmed by a perfect storm of work. This too shall pass.
Delete Snood. You can do it. I had to do it a few years ago, and I’ve never looked back.
OMG, you are so right about the Snood. I lost like, eight months of my life to Snood. This was before I learned to knit, so Snood was really all I had to keep myself sane. And ‘sane’ might be a bit of an exaggeration there. Oogh. It was /not/ pretty.
I have downloaded the demo of Snood…that is all I am giving it…I hope
TAKE A DEEP BREATH!!!!!
; )
Thanks for the advice, I won’t even peek. That’s THE best spelling I ever saw for something being sucked through a straw ~snort~ Your new blanket is gonna be just great, I know it…
snood was the game of choice at my univeristy theatre. we’d stay up all night simply to get better high scores. i mean it’s the glory of your name in lights. what’s better than that?
Oh man… I got so addicted to Snood in college. It’s like tetris only better. I had to take it off my computer.
I’m also glad to hear someone else has knitting carnage strewn about at their house… I thought maybe it was just me.
I played SNOOD so much in college than when I would close my eyes to sleep I could see all their little heads, as if they were burned into my retna. Glad the biz is going so well!! (sorry it leaves no time to knit, why oh why is there never enough Time.)
Snood almost kept me from finishing my masters degree.
Don’t even talk to me about that game…
Oh lord. I had a Snood phase. A babysitter downloaded it and I found it on my desktop and so innocently started playing. Be careful, seek an intervention, just get away from that game!
My husband loves Snood. Me, I have managed to resist its lure. But Mah Jongg has cost me many hours…
ohhhh, snooooood. i spent the first two years of college addicted to that game, and am now resisting the temptation to download it again. oh dear…
oooh don’t go stepping on any DPNs with all those half finished socks lying around!
That would hurt!
Denise
http://www.purlsofhope.com
Hi, I’m Brenda and I am also a recovering Snood adict. It got so bad when I was in grad school (why is it we want to play it exactly when we have zero free time?) that I was dreaming about those little guys. I would see them in my sleep, hear that little bit of music it plays, and then not get a restful night of sleep. I begged my husband to banish it from all of the computers in the house!
Duuuuuuuude! SNOOD! This game has gotten me through so many research cruises. The guy who introduced me to the game was so into it that he actually bought me a Snood tank top. Crazytown!
HAD to do it, didn’t you? HAD to bring up Snood. Off to go find the damn Snood. [sound of me being sucked into black hole]
WOW you are an AMAZING photographer!
Someone said Snood almost cost them their masters degree? Well, I’m here to tell you Snood got me through my masters degree, my doctoral studies, my dissertation, and every conversation I’ve had with anyone on the phone for the last five years. I find it really centers the mind. You know, like crack. Only without those pesky finger burns. We wants it!
I am in AWE of you as a photographer. I like to do a little amateur digitial photography, but oh my GOD are you fantastic. It’s one of those things where you suddenly look at your own hands and realize you’re a hack. Wow. Congratulations on having a successful business!
I hear ya on the frantic though, it was that way for me right before the wedding this October. Now I feel like I have my life back.
Oh lord, not the Snood! I’ve been hooked on that since 1996 or so (OMG, can it really be 10 years? *boggle*) and now both of my kids LOVE to sit on my lap and watch it.
It’s taking all of the restraint I have in me to not open up Snood and instead knit miles of 2-stitch i-cord.