What’s this? Like the 752nd sign of the apocalypse?
Basic Instinct 2
I just finished reading “Never Let Me Go” by Kazuo Ishiguro and it’s left me with the strangest feelings. I don’t even know how to describe them, only to say I feel cold and a bit despondent in the fact that I could completely see my species doing that and being able to compartmentalize it all.
Weird feeling. I’m going for a nice warm bath to try and shake it off. I’m reading a comedy next. Maybe a nice Terry Pratchett!
Hey. How ya doin’? Good, good. Just wanted to share a little yarn porn with y’all. We finally got some sunshine here so I promptly ran outside and took some picis.
Now that life finally settled down a bit I got started on my Sockapaloooza socks. These are the Simply Lovely Lacy Socks from IK Spring 2006. I had some vintage cashmere/lambswool/wool blend in my stash that is doing and admirable job of looking both lovely and lacy. And they are soooo soft.
Then I received these babies in the mail. This was one of those happy birthday to me things. That’s Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sock in Black Purl and Rainbow. The Rainbow colourway just makes me smile and think of going to the circus.And, finally, here is a much better pici of the handspun my secret pal sent me. Isn’t it beautiful? I love it. I keep fondling it everytime I come near it. Kinda creepy really.
Oh, and in other news. I went back to my old job. I can only handle a certain level of crazy and the hospital was way over my tolerance level! Much happier to be back where I belong.
And, on another note, went Salsa dancing with friends on Friday night at a Spanish/Latino/Mexican nightclub. Awesome time! We’re thinking a taking some lessons. Oh, and the Crantinis were also quite lovely.
Okay, I’m going back to sit and knit in the sun. I almost feel guilty that I’m not outside doing something but I’m sure that will pass. Have a brilliant day.
If you’ve made the right life altering, no going back, can’t get out of it now no matter what, you better be really effing sure this is what you want decisions?
Yeah, me too.
I’m going to go knit now. I’m making cashmere lambswool socks for my Sockapaloooza buddy and I’m needing some fibre therapy right about now.
I just finished reading “The Brief History of the Dead”, and it is wonderful. I loved it and I can’t stop thinking about it. At random little moments of the day parts of it are popping into my head and making me think.
So far the new job is good. I did spend most of last week in various training courses though, not at my actual desk. Most of the people are really nice. One is extremely not nice, like poke a pencil in her eye not nice. But, that is fine, she’s a temp and is leaving at the end of March. SEE YA!
Anyway, I’m even sort of getting used to the commute. People do not like it if you knit on the train though. They look at you like your a terrorist and any moment you’re going to get mediaeval on their asses with your needles. The guy talking to himself and banging his head on the door, no one notices him. Just me and my highly suspect fibre arts! Hilarious.
I cast on for a cowl using the Lionbrand Cashmere that my secret pal sent me. It is like butter I tell you. So soft. Okay, I’m back to the couch for some more knitting and listening to podcasts.
Look how lovely! I’ve truly got the best secret pal. That’s handspun Merino and it’s so soft and beautiful. I’ve never been gifted with handspun yarn and I’m really touched. That is a gift of time and effort and that makes it so special. I think a nice lacey smoke ring type scarf. The colours are all in beautiful browns, and bronze, and a touch of red and taupe. Gorgeous. It reminds me of semi sweet chocolate.
There was also Euculan wool wash in lavender, my favourite and two balls of the Lionbrand Cashmere blend. I read about this a few months ago and have been so wanting try it but it is not available locally yet. So soft and the colour is wicked bright and just grabs you. I think fingerless gloves/gauntlets would be good. Maybe with a big fat cable on top.
And last but definitely not least was a jar of pear butter. It’s in the fridge already ’cause I was having a little tasting party with it on toast. Very tasty. Secret pal says it’s a hint. Hmmmm, now I gotta find out where pear butter is the local taste treat.
I love my secret pal. Her thoughtfulness is amazing. Thank you for making me feel all special and stuff! I’m going to go wind my handspun into centre pull balls now. I wanna play!
It’s 7:32 am. No one else is here at work yet and I’m just sitting here feeling very odd about it being my last day. Everyone decorated my desk and now I’m just waiting for everyone to get here.
I don’t think I really ever thought this day would come. Okay, gonna go work now. Trying not to do the tearing up thing.
I went to the HR department of the new job yesterday and filled out about a thousand forms. It really brought home how real this all is and how imminent. I’m getting very excited now. On Monday I have a day long orientation then Tuesday it’s all happening. Wild I tell you, wild.
Oh! And I met this incredibly friendly older gentleman yesterday on the train. He was from Chile and he was so cute and so funny! He says when the baby is born in Chile it does not cry, it sambas! And the baby in Chile does not drink milk, but wine. Chile sounds like quite the party place.
I have to remember to take my camera on Monday so I can show y’all some of the sites. That and the fact that there are at least 19 wonton houses within a block of my office. I’m going to be a house I tell you, a house.
Okay, must go to work. This is the hardest time because I just want to head on out to the new place and play!