Fiber Dreams

It’s been ages since I’ve actually taken pictures of my Clapotis, but it still doesn’t really look any different than it did before. It’s just bigger is all. I took some pictures for you anyway. I especially like how the back looks. I’m unraveling—well partially—as I knit, and you can see the columns of dropped stitches perpendicular to the yarn’s stripes.

I am so looking forward to this shawl being done. I’m bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. I know there are a bunch of people out there who have made multiples of these, but I don’t see that I ever will make another. I’m having a hard enough time keeping going as it is. It’s just a good thing that the yarn is soft and changes so often or I’d have long ago ripped it out and used the yarn for something else. Just me. Clearly. The good news here is that I only have one ball left for the body, then two remaining for tapering down to the far point. Woohoo.

So, there’s that boredom factor. Plus, this yarn is driving me crazy. There’s been at least one knot in every ball of it. Yes. In a lovely, expensive Rowan yarn called Tapestry. Tons of knots. And they’re so poorly tied that with very little effort I can pull the two sides apart. Bink. Two strands. Glad I tested that bit before I just knit the flaw into the shawl. That would have been a disaster. As it is, I have twice as many ends to weave in as I should have had. Bad. Bad. Bad.

Yeah. I am sort of in a funk today. Is it that obvious? Sigh.

I didn’t say anything about it here, but I went on a job interview last week. Good job, great pay, something I know I can do, casual work environment—two of the three interviewers were wearing jeans and polo shirts, the third wasn’t dressed that well. Found out yesterday morning that I didn’t get it. No surprise there. I didn’t really think I would. I could tell. The bummer was that when my headhunter specifically asked why, they didn’t answer. Just said they’d enjoyed meeting me, and that they’d hired someone else. My mother called me this morning offering (very nicely) to pay for surgery to reduce my tracheotomy scar. She was convinced that I didn’t get the job because of a 31-year-old scar at the base of my throat. Right. Very sweet. Just a bit misguided at times. Naturally that whole conversation didn’t do anything good for my mood.

You know what though? I have a small square of Ghirardelli intense dark chocolate sitting here that Dave gave me a couple weeks ago. 72% cacao. I’ve been saving it for a special day. I think today is the day. Hold on a second while I open it up. Oh my. It smells divine. Nibble. Oh. There it goes. It’s starting to melt in my mouth. Hm. I don’t know if the chocolate will help my overall mood today (couldn’t hurt), but my mouth is certainly happier.

Okay. On another note, on Saturday I got a package in the mail from my dear friend Mary-Anne up in Canada. She lives close enough to the border that she occasionally bebops across to mail things. If she has other errands, it’s cheaper to mail things from here than within Canada. You want to know what she sent me? That’s right. Knitting needles. Six inch double pointed bamboo knitting needles, to be exact. Sets of five each. A complete set. US sizes 0 to 10½. There are actually two sets of the 10½s. Thirteen sets of lovely bamboo needles. This is divine. I’ll use them for all sorts of things. She got them from someone on eBay, because she wanted to use them to knit socks. She’d never used bamboo needles before, and once she got these and tried them discovered that she couldn’t stand them. Knowing I like them she sent them to me. Wasn’t that sweet? She’s such a doll.

I don’t know if this chocolate is actually helping my mood, but it’s certainly not hurting it any. Now at least my taste buds are happy.

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