Sea Anemone Knits

I have started and erased a post multiple times over the last week. I don’t know why other than to say that over the past few weeks or so, I haven’t felt like I had anything really worth saying. I kind of still don’t really know what to write about.

I could tell y’all about my progress on the Shetland Triangle that I’ve been working on… Surprised? So am I. I don’t think I’ve said anything about it. (If I’m wrong, please don’t worry about correcting me. I’m feeling too blah to care right now.) I’m starting the edging just as soon as I click “publish” and I haven’t even taken pictures of it yet.

I could tell y’all about my frustration with a sweater that I’ve been designing and how the stitch pattern I chose is not looking anything like what I chose despite following the instructions very carefully. (I do have a picture for you for that one.)

I could tell y’all about how I spent a lovely weekend this past weekend with my friends Anne, PlumTexan, Liz and Kelly as well as my impromptu trip to Galveston to see my Mom, Papa, brothers and Mom’s boyfriend.

But when we get right down to it, I’ve just not been feeling like joining the outside world (much less the innernets) lately. Regardless of the fun I’ve had with everyone (and trust me, y’all truly have no idea how much I’ve needed it) the fact of the matter is that I’m depressed. It’s been in “remission” so to speak for quite a while. And that was good. But it hasn’t helped that I’m not on my meds right now (Please, don’t bother to chide me. I know. Ok?) and that I’m feeling kind of stuck in a dead end job and frustrated with my lack of completed edumacation and familial stresses that cannot be helped nearly as much as I wish that I could. It’s really been quite overwhelming and even my job performance has suffered. I hate that I’ve let it work it’s way into the workplace because I’ve tried very hard to keep it out because trust me, I do not need another year end review in which I leave in tears.

And honestly, I could tell y’all a lot more about the depression but really, what is there to say. It happens and there’s not much I feel I can do about it right now besides ride it out and hope that the sun shines again soon. Surprisingly, a lot of the common signs have not been apparent with this round of it. My house is still clean. I am still showered. (Just kidding! Depressed or not, I’ve never not bathed. (double negative anyone?)) I’m eating healthily and losing weight (Which is planned. Thanks Weight Watchers!)

Just in case anyone wanted a photographic representation to better interpret how I’ve been feeling:

I don’t know guys. I just feel all cattywhompus. My best friend is on the other side of the world and after I spend a week with her in August, she goes back for another year. (This is so cliche, but I have to say it) I’m still single. I live by myself. And thusly, I am my own best friend a lot of the time. I’m not feeling all that great about the state of the world today. Want me to stop yet? Yeah. Don’t worry, I don’t feel like expounding any more tonight.

I’ll leave you with pictures of my current trusty companions who don’t care if I spend all evening after I get home from work in ratty sweats and a t-shirt.

(Note that even though you see that sock, it really hasn’t had more than two rows added to it in months. Apparently even just holding it on my lap like I’m going to knit it is enough…)

All in all, I’m sick of feeling like shit folks.

(For lack of a better title…heh)

The new knitty is out and once again, I’m not terribly impressed. I’m not going to whine about how I don’t like the patterns and why. It’s not fair to the designers. Just because their pattern is not my cup of tea, doesn’t mean that it isn’t someone elses. (wow…where’s the snark??)

Instead, I’ll focus on the two that I did like. The first is Hip in Hemp Now, I highly doubt that I’ll knit one for myself. I just don’t have the slender tuchas needed for one of those and frankly, I haven’t seen a knit skirt that doesn’t sag after you sit down. But it’s super cute on the little girl. In fact, the little girl is just super cute. I wish my hair would be that pretty if it were that long. Alas. It looks better short in my opinion.

The one that I like enough to knit for myself is Coachella. The only thing I’m not enamoured with is the racer back. My shoulders are wide enough without any help from the knits, thankyouverymuch! So knowing myself like I do (sure hope I know myself, or we’re in for a pretty sad sack time of things, eh?) I know that if I ever get around to knitting it, I’ll be modifying it to have a normal back. like say, with more fabric between my shoulder blades.

I got a package from my SP last week (squee!). My SP, she k-n-o-w-s me folks. It’s all “Being John Malkovich” and stuff. I don’t feel anyone pacing around inside my head poking at things, but I think she’s there regardless.

I received some edible goodies. I’ll confess that it took ALL MY WILLPOWER not to sit down and eat the entire bag of chocolate pretzels. (My slowly diminishing ass thanks me.) The other goodies are living at my office to be savored sloooowly when people are trying to entice me with cheesecake.

I’ve been on a lace knitting kick lately. As in, like, the last couple of months, I’ve finished two Swallowtail Shawls and am 75% through a Shetland Triangle. (Before I get the knitting police slapping my needles out of my hands, the two Swallowtails are gifts and not to be seen online until after both recipients have gotten them. I’d hate for them to find out via the innernets what their gifts are. You understand, right?)

All that was to say that she sent me a book on lace (squee!) and while it now lies about itself as it is NOT modern any more, it’s still very beautiful and I saw more than one thing in there that I was like, hmm…must. make. NOW!

The folks at work will be quite happy to find out that I was also given a book on cupcakes and a super cute “chegg” measuring spoon. (Is it a chick? Is it an egg? NO! It’s a chegg!)

And of course, I have mooses. Seriously, I’m gonna have to find a new animal to obsess over after SP 10 ends. Because there is no one else that could ever possibly have gone so out of their way to find moose things (that make me squee so much!) as my SP. Dudes. A moose bookmark. God forbid I ever encounter a real moose. I’d be the idiot that tries to like pose for a camera with the moose. Not the smart person that backs away from said moose. You know, it being a wild animal and all. I’d probably hug it. Or attempt to. And perhaps try to bring it home.