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Just in time...

I don't even remember when I didn't panic on the last day of the month to hurry-up-finish-the-knitting/spinning/whatever-to-turn-in-for-silly-Hogwarts-knitting-game.

It's changed my knitting. Not really for the better I'm starting to think... I say this every month. Every stinking Hogwarts term I complain about timelines and deadlines and blah blah blah. I won't change. I'll still base my knitting on classes and OWLs and I'll still bitch about it.

Moving on. Sorta.

Here is what I'm most proud of this month: This yarn was just washed and set tonight. It's really wet still- hence the towel. But I love it and I'm kicking ass with my n-plying. I just love stripy yarn. Which leads me to this little project-

I dyed, spun and knit these socks all relatively quickly, like, within two weeks. I love the socks. They are thick and squishy and being invested in every twist and turn makes them so much more special. Mark brought home some metal shelves and I revamped my studio/office/mess. You can't see the stuff hidden on top, the right side and the other unit on a totally different wall, but here is pretty much all of it. It gave me panic attacks for a few days but now it's kind nice. I hope to get all the fiber yummstuff crammed into here by the end of the year. It could happen... stop laughing. Just a little blurb for tonight. I'm really tired. If anyone has advice on dealing with an overly emotional and lonely girl please let me know so I can get some sleep. She has sobbed hysterically most of the evening over a stray dog that she thinks doesn't love her as much as she loves it.

Men love women, women love children, children love hamsters.   ~Ogden Nash

So unbelievably true. It's almost heartbreaking.
Posted by Pacasha Younger at 10:36 PM