Yesterday started out well enough; I got up and did some exercise, got ready for work and had a pleasant morning until someone hurt my feelings and for some reason it ruined my whole day. It was a paltry comment, not even worth the breath used to utter it or the synapses used to hear it, but for some reason it irked and wrankled and I could not let it go. It wasn’t meant to be hurtful, and I think the person who said it honestly thought they were commiserating with me. Maybe I’m sensitive due to the pressures I’ve put on myself with my ridiculous procrastination and some fitful nights of sleep. Whatever the case, it hurt and feelings are there for a reason.
So when the end of the day came, I went straight home rather than stopping at the library, and instead of picking up my homework, I picked up some knitting. Knitting for me. With Christmas looming, I should be working on the two gifts I’m trying to complete, but I didn’t want my bad juju to get wrapped in the stitches I am giving away. And I knew I wouldn’t focus on my writing. So I popped in some movies and knit.
And the pain of the day unwound as my project grew.
Because it is a sort of meditation. It is a repetitious action that if you concentrate on it, and it alone, it soothes, it is a balm. I realised long into the project that my counting (and I counted my cast-on stitches three times) was completely inaccurate and I was four stitches short for one of my cuffs, but I’m not going to frog that cuff and re-knit it because it doesn’t matter. I wasn’t even angry with myself for doing 76 stitches rather than 80 because I had calmed down. I was still a little sad by the time I went to bed, but I was no longer hurt. And I slept better than I had for days.
Thank goodness for knitting.
Went to the "Cut! Costume and the Cinema" exhibit at the Glenbow Museum and took this photo.
I got a fancy new printer from my mom. It had issues for four weeks, namely that it was a shelf model and the kid forgot to pack its power cord. And when Mom asked them to mail it to us, they didn’t write the address properly so it got sent back to them. Four weeks later I got the cord and I finally set up the printer.
However, it took me three days to figure out how to get the printer to run on my mini laptop…but I got it done this morning (oh, you need to download the stuff from the internet when you don’t have a disc-drive!).
And yesterday the first generation Apple TV I won on eBay arrived…sans cables, so I went to the Apple Store and bought the HD cables, and then found a $3 cable at The Source which can piggy back my audio cables from my Apple TV and my Xbox 360 to my ancient stereo (I bought it my first summer at the Park, back in 1996; the CD player doesn’t work any more, but the rest of it does). I got it set up and rented & watched the Russel Brand Arthur to celebrate.
Arthur‘s a really cute film, but not one I feel the need to purchase.
Also, wireless connections are amazing to me. Now I kind of want to find a wireless thinger for the Xbox…maybe later though; my pocket book is searching madly for band-aids…
I read about these people taking a photo a day of something they are grateful for, so I thought, heck, I should do that. I haven’t been doing a photo per day, but I have been taking as many I can, and thinking about the positive reasons for taking each photo. You can see some of my photos in my flickr link on my sidebar.
Well, now the 365 Grateful people are trying a week of not complaining. So I thought I would try it too. Yesterday was my first day and I think I did pretty well. And I felt so much better than usual. I really am looking forward to this week and seeing if I am capable of more positivity.
It has been a very long time since I posted. Life has a habit of getting in the way. Nothing bad’s been going on, but I’ve been busy with work and being a little social.
I finished my Level 4 homework to the best of my ability considering how badly I procrastinated on it. I was so relieved, and have been celebrating by spinning some really lovely Merino/Yak roving from Wooly Wonka Fibers. I have only spun half of the four ounces I bought and I already have about 258 yards of delicious plied yarn. I haven’t measured it for grist yet as it’s still drying but I keep waffling between knitting myself socks (which will die quickly if I wear them in my ceramic-tiled apartment), or knitting or weaving a scarf with it. Here are some photos, for which I apologize; it’s been raining and the light has been less than stellar so I had to touch them up.
It’s been very important to me to keep using my wheel. The first reason is so that it knows that I love it; when I was supposed to be using it for my Level 4 workbook, I was attempting to ignore it like an albatross. The second reason is so that I remember that I love it. I really enjoyed taking the Master Spinner program through Olds College, but I often allowed myself to feel that spinning for the workbook was a chore. Now I can spin for shits’n’giggles again and it’s so nice. Although, I kept looking at the fibres I was spinning last night and thinking, “When will I get through you?!?”
School took a bit of a backburner moment while my team and I got the costumes ready at the Park for another season, and it’s taken me some time to get back into it. But, with an extension, I’m looking forward to giving it the attention it needs.
I gave up sugar recently; about three weeks ago I started getting the jitters when I had it. It’s still in a lot of things I eat, such as yogurt or Raisin Bran, but I’ve switched from desserts and iced tea (the powdered kind – it was my drink of choice where most people have coffee) to fruit and water (and fruit juices for treats) and I feel so much better! And I lost 5 lbs since doing it, which is quite remarkable.
And I’m playing with knitting without guilt. Yup, getting my Level 4 homework done was a good thing.
Edit: I was looking through my Ravelry queue this evening and I decided I’m going to make Ysolda Teague’s “The Orchid Thief Shawlette” from Brave New Knits out of my handspun yarn – if I’ve already got 250+ yards and still have more to spin, I’ll be laughing. The gauge is about 15 wpi and it’s a little hairy so it will compact nicely enough to work with this shawl.
A Song No One Would Expect You to Love
I don’t really drink alcohol (just at Christmas or if I’ve got a tummy virus), and I know I’ve never done any drugs stronger than a Tylenol 3 (back when I had my wisdom teeth surgically removed). Even so, I love I Don’t Like the Drugs but the Drugs Like Me by Marilyn Manson (but I do not like the video). I like the beat and the backup vocals.
I don’t just knit.
I also sew and do embroidery:
This is the lining of a jacket I’m making for work. I’m doing the embroidery at home because, well, it’s the lining and may only be seen once in awhile. It’s more for me and the person who may one day wear it.
A Song that is a Guilty Pleasure
I dated this fella for about five months. He was what my brother would call a “hairbag.” He was skinny, he had this gritty voice, and he was a bassist in a band. The dude was a very nice kisser.
I didn’t much like his band. I liked 90s hairbands, but his band featured an annoying lead vocalist who loved playing with his voice box (this link is probably not to the style he used, but it gets the point across) and it was all screamy, and though I knew there were lyrics in there, I could never hear them.
Regardless, the fella introduced me to Ween. I still have a softspot for them, especially for the song Mutilated Lips. It’s weird but I find it delicious.
A song from a band you hate.
I’ll admit, I liked Nickelback’s first album. I dug on the hair bands. But after they said their success was from giving the fans what they liked instead of changing their sound after one album the way Seven Mary Three Did, I lost interest. And then I was introduced to the CBC Radio 3 podcasts. I have moved on from this groddy band who keep putting out the same old crap and seem to have a serious hate-on for women.
So here’s a song, if you can stomach it. Guehh.
I didn’t get to this yesterday, so I’m combining the two. Yesterday’s was A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep – after last night, I’ve come to realise that I can’t fall asleep with music playing any more. I surface sleep and it makes me frown and think I should turn it off until I get frustrated enough to actually roll over and turn it off.
Today is A Song From Your Favourite Band.
I couldn’t find a non-live YouTube link, so I’ll send you directly to Mother Mother’s music page. Scroll down to the bottom of the page and click on “Stream tracks from Touch Up.” The song I’d like you to listen to is “Train of Thought.” It’s the first song I had heard by Mother Mother; it had been featured on CBC Radio 3’s podcast (which, if you don’t listen to, you really should, it features really great Canadian music) and the harmonies and clever guitar playing made it something I had to find immediately.
Two albums after that first, Mother Mother continue to make great music with unusual harmonies, impressive guitar- and drum-play, and hilarious lyrics.
A Song that You Can Dance To
No No Keshagesh by Buffy Sainte Marie. It’s got a really important message and a really infectious beat.