During my spending moratorium, I have to be somewhat creative in keeping myself entertained.
To wit, my Friday went like this:
I half-ass cleaned the kitchen. And when I say that, I really don't think you have any idea. I mean I brought it up to almost passably hygienic and threw away some of the four tons of paper and magazines and junk mail on the counters. It does not sparkle, by any stretch of the imagination.
I made one of my microwave chocolate cakes and ate it for breakfast and lunch. Brunch, if you will.
I packaged up something to send to someone for her birthday.
I packaged up the bum lazy kate to return it.
I wrote a couple checks to send out for things I had bought, including the last yarn I will buy for a while. (No specified time for this yarn diet. I think I better work on coming up with a time limit, though. Otherwise it could be like my "I won't drink Diet Coke until......um, maybe 10 a.m." promises. And I better add spinning fiber to the moratorium, too.) And I sent a check for a small quilt from Dave, who is saving up for a spinning wheel. Go see his quilts; they're very cool and he's a great guy! And help him to get a wheel.
I ordered five of something that I'm not going to tell you about 'til they're here. (not yarn! not fiber! but very cool anyway) (I'm not going for an "A" grade in the No Spending thing -- I'll be happy with a B.)
I divided the heavy-weight sock yarn for the husband's birthday into two relatively even balls. (ha, really good for Googles, this post) I have a postal scale, which is not nearly as accurate-to-the-gram as the state-of-the-art drug-dealer's scale, but at least it helped me divide it roughly. I have about 250 yards total, so roughly 125 per sock. This is proving a challenge, or at least I thought, to find a pattern. I gave up on the For Better or Worsted socks with this wool. I looked into the tres cool Log Cabin Socks in Handknit Holidays. Not enough yardage. I've decided to just do a ribbed sock like mine, with a little green embellishment at the top, a thread or two of the plum knitted in (I literally have left about 4 yards of the stuff) and maybe a couple of rows of green near the toe (this will make it all romantic-like -- the same yarn as my socks in his socks, yadda-yadda. I don't really do romantic very well.), since I only have a tiny bit of that left. Otherwise, Plain Jane -- or Plain Joe -- gray, heavyweight ribbed socks, which will suit him just fine. But there is no freakin' way in the WORLD that this sock yarn can be knit on Size 2 or 3 needles as suggested on the card attached to the yarn. I'm just laughing and laughing when I read that....this is heavy freakin' yarn! Then again, Sharlene would probably disagree. She always has to go down about 5 needle sizes on every project. I, on the other hand, usually have to go UP one. I cast on on size 8s, knit a few rows, and realized they were going to be way too big. Ripped it out and left it.
Next, I broke into one of those mondo skeins of Lion Brand Fishermen's Wool that was in my stash. I divided that roughly in half, too, and broke out the Kool-Aid. It's all cheap-to-free entertainment, folks, that we're talking about. And there's also an element of avoiding my work, but that's a topic for another day. One of the good things about my work is that I am my own boss. Except for being scheduled for depositions and needing to be where they need me when they need me, and for as long as they need me (which is almost never determined ahead of time. Flexibility is an important attribute of a freelance court reporter), I can do the transcripts whenever the hell I damn please, as long as I get them done roughly within our regular turnaround time. This means I can read blogs all day if I want to, knit if I want to, garden if I want to, watch TV (which has never happened in my entire career, except in the month or so following 9/11) if I want to, cook, clean (ha!), whatthefuckEVER. Of course, if I do all that during the day, you know when it is that I'm doing my transcripts -- all NIGHT or all WEEKEND or whenEVER. There's always a piper to be paid.
Hm. That thing that Teresa C. said about me upchucking on the page? That was an example. First I start out saying it's a topic for another day, and then I proceed to cover the topic. That's a side effect of being able to type almost as fast as I can think. So when you read my blog, you may need a barf bag. (Sorry.)
So, where was I? Oh, yes, I took out the Kool-Aid. I wanted to prove to Carole that you can make some really nice colors using Kool-Aid. I had read Susan, who said she had learned a different technique from Anne for Kool-Aid dyeing. I wanted to try it. Well, either I was not paying attention, or I did something wrong, or Susan put the directions in the wrong order. I ended up with pretty yarn, but the color blended immediately in the pot, not sort of space-dyed as I expected. And no, I did not stir. Geesh, that dye exhausted fast, though. The water was clear in what seemed like under a minute. So...pretty yarn, not what I expected, but pretty much free. I used 8 packets of Strawberry Lemonade, 6 cherry, and 4 blue raspberry lemonade or something-or-other (this is all very scientific, can't you tell?). I was expecting dark-dark red, light red, and blue space-dyed. I got..... a really nice warm rose-ish color all over, with some lighter and almost-white spots. It's drying to an almost terra-cotta color. Awesome. The dye-job looks very reminiscent of Araucania Nature Wool's dyeing. I will use the 450 yards, two strands held together, to make a Dulaan vest, and it'll be very pretty. And there WILL be enough so I won't have to make the shoulders a different color!
I did some spinning of Sandy's roving. Wow. We will call this Sandy's II. Second generation = much better than the first. Of course, this makes it a little difficult to knit much of anything with it, since it varies so much from the first two little skeins to this. Oh, crap.
What else? I avoided doing the second autumn colors mitten for felting. Why? No good answer except laziness. I avoided cutting Vincent's hair and toenails. I avoided knitting on my sweaters or my leafy scarf. I avoided any further cleaning. I avoided doing my transcripts. I avoided the virus bullet. For now.
Pretty much an avoidance kind of a day.