Habits die hard! Carole is on vacation this week. . . and there is no official Ten on Tuesday topic. I seem to be stuck in the format, though, so I've decided to go solo this week.
Remember this commercial?
This week. . . could be me! Here are Ten Reasons I'm Ready to "Lose Myself in Luxury":
- Erin is home for a couple of days before she begins her graduate studies at Carnegie-Mellon. We're having a grand time -- but there are lots of things to do (like. . . Shop for Stuff and Eat Out. Things poor grad students can't do on their own).
- Brian is leaving for Hope today. He has different standards for packing and clearing out than I do, not to mention. . . priorities. Enough said.
- There are about 8 pairs of shoes (none of them my own) currently clogging the mudroom doorway. (Size 13s take up a lot of space. Just sayin'.)
- I have been doing laundry - almost constantly - for 3 days.
- A college friend of Brian's has been staying with us. While he is a delightful guest . . . my family room looks like a frat party exploded. Can there really be only two of them?
- We are in a high state of Search Mode. As in, "Mom have you seen my _____________?" (Fill in the blank. . . cell phone, dorm bedding, sunglasses, Pull t-shirt, etc.)
- I have made at least 8 trips to Target and Bed, Bath, & Beyond over the past week.
- There is never a clean glass in my cupboard. Not one.
- Tom had to hide his Gatorade in our bedroom. (Most parents have to hide liquor. We resort to hoarding Gatorade.)
- I am knitting lace.
Yes. Lace. Now.
I'm currently at the half-way point of the Cladonia shawl lace section. I was feeling pretty smug about it, too. Half-way. No disasters. No rip-backs. (Except for the feeling that the colors may end up a little more . . . Witch-at-Halloween than I had intended. I was hoping for a light, fun, "party" kind of color combination; but the black is . . . well, blacker than I had expected; and the pink is more purple-y than I had realized; and the green? It is as neon-y as I expected. We'll see how it all comes out.)
But then, last night, I sat on my knitting and pulled the needle out of about 25 stitches. Not too bad. Except . . . some of it unraveled into rows below. That took a while to sort out.
And then, this morning, while assessing last night's damage in the light of day, I realized I have been knitting the even (wrong side rows) . . . backward! I forgot to read the chart from left to right for the wrong side. I wondered why my lace seemed to have a different texture than expected.
So. I'm just pondering right now.
Calgon! Take me away!